Politician Promises Free Hay, Forgets Cows Eat It

He rode into town with a shiny grin,
Campaign hat barely broke his chin.
“Free hay for all!” he boldly cried,
As cameras clicked and donors lied.
The farmers cheered, their hopes set high,
Dreams of feed beneath blue sky.
But when the trucks came rolling slow,
They brought pink hay for a rodeo show.
The cows looked on with cud disdain,
“This ain’t alfalfa, it’s windowpane.”
The bulls refused to mount or moo,
And one steer tried vegan tofu.
The farmer called the mayor’s line–
“This hay smells like a Valentine!”
City Hall said, “Oops, wrong batch,
“That hay was meant for dogs to catch.”
Meanwhile the cows grew lean and cold,
While photos of pink hay got sold.
The politician grinned on late-night skits,
As cows protested in big straw hats and mitts.
And every vote from then till now,
Depends on whether you feed a cow.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on April 3, 2026 by Alan Nafzger