Grandma Starts Moonshine-Fueled Tractor Racing League, Wins Championship at Ninety-Four
Ma waved the checkered bib with flair,
Pa revved the John Deere in his underwear.
Granny, helmeted in lace and gin,
Whipped past teens with a denture grin.
“This ain’t NASCAR, this is NasCart!”
She yelled, drifting through the barnyard cart.
The moonshine fueled both tank and pride,
As chickens fled and rules all died.
She crushed the mayor in heat six,
And power-slid through two politics.
“I don’t race for fame or clout,”
She winked, “just chase coyotes out.”
Now ESPN begs for rights to air,
While Granny signs hats with silver hair.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on December 18, 2021 by Alan Nafzger