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