Horse Becomes Mayor After Runoff

The ballots came in muddy stacks,
Half torn, half filled with hoof-made tracks.
Ma voted neigh, Pa cast a whinny,
Granny baked oats for campaign dinny.
Lou live-tweeted every trot,
While rivals argued who was not.
The preacher blessed the final race,
Where Thunder won with noble grace.
He banned all ties and raised hay wages,
Signed orders by stomping legal pages.
City folk scoffed, but he prevailed,
With every bray, his platform nailed.
Potholes were fixed with equine pride,
And town parades got longer rides.
Now mayors come and go with flair,
But Thunder reins with chestnut glare.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on April 28, 2025 by Alan Nafzger

By Alan Nafzger

Professor Alan Nafzger is the publisher of Farm.FM, writing from Wichita Falls, Texas. He earned his Ph.D. in political science with a focus on rural policy and agricultural economics, a master's degree in public administration emphasizing rural development, and a bachelor's degree in political science. Over a dual career spanning 57 years, he has taught rural policy, agricultural economics, and county administration while managing a family operation that includes farming, ranching, and dairy. The classroom and the farmstead keep each other honest: he writes about the policies he has studied and the cattle, crops, and milk checks he has actually had to live with.

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