Mysterious Crop Circles
Pa woke up to a cornfield maze,
Said, “Either aliens or Jeb’s drunk phase.”
Ma blamed teens with a lawnmower grudge,
But the tracks were clean–no tread to judge.
Granny claimed angels danced last night,
But one left behind a Bud Light.
Uncle Jeb said the cows confess,
They saw a light and smelled success.
Cousin Lou thought it spelled out “BOO,”
Now he hides from fields and barbecue.
The preacher called it a holy sign,
Till it formed a shape both crude and fine.
We mapped it out with our last drone,
It drew Pa’s face… then a phone.
Now tourists pay to see the field,
Though yields are low and aliens sealed.
So if you see a spiral wide,
Check for pranksters, pride, or cosmic hide.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on November 11, 2020 by Alan Nafzger