Government Labels Cornbread as “Emotional Support Pastry,” Farmers Rejoice
FDA said it’s soft and sweet,
And helps with grief or aching feet.
Now farmers pack it in their vests,
Claiming “It calms our corn-fed chests.”
No TSA line without a bite,
No therapy sessions without delight.
One cowboy swore his loaf could sense,
When bankers got too dense.
A widow clutched hers through a storm,
“It’s golden, warm, and Southern-formed.”
The IRS now mails it too,
With audits baked in honey goo.
City folks tried croissants instead,
But fainted flat, near nearly dead.
So cornbread reigns in halls of care,
A biscuit hug in country air.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on May 23, 2024 by Alan Nafzger