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