Lawnmower Race Through City Hall

Lou bet Ma he’d win the cup,
Then burst through doors and tore things up.
Granny cheered from courtroom B,
As Pa hit turbo, spilling tea.
The mayor ducked behind a desk,
While bylaws flew in clouds grotesque.
Ma clipped hedges by the clerk,
Yelled, “Trim your budget, I do real work!”
The preacher tried to flag the lap,
But got sucked into a zoning map.
Lou skidded past the DMV,
Screaming, “Tag this, bureaucracy!”
They spun donuts near the voting booths,
And mowed down rules in piles of truths.
Now City Hall’s a mulch café,
Where paperwork comes baled in hay.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on March 22, 2021 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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