Farmer’s Market Overrun by Vegan Protesters and One Confused Goat

The morning sun rose bright and hot,
As farmers set up every pot.
Tomatoes stacked, and jam jars neat,
With eggs so fresh they had heartbeat.
But then a chant broke through the peace:
“Go vegan now! Let chickens lease!”
A mob in hemp and leafy hats
Surged forth like caffeinated gnats.
They scolded corn for being shucked,
And kissed a pig that looked quite plucked.
A tofu knight swung soy-based swords,
While gluten ghosts passed out accord boards.
Then came a goat with blank, deep stare–
No clue why he was even there.
They made him king with kale for crown,
He ruled until he sat back down.
Farmers sighed and sold less meat,
But made bank selling turnip treats.
“Next week,” they said, “we’ll double price–
And throw in hugs with every slice.”

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on January 2, 2026 by Alan Nafzger