Politicians Visit Ranch for “Authenticity Photoshoot,” Get Chased by Ducks
Ma cackled, “They wore $900 boots!”
Pa said, “But duck poop still takes no brutes.”
They came to pose with hay and smiles,
Then waddled into poultry trials.
A senator posed with a pitchfork grip,
Then slipped on eggs and broke his hip.
The ducks, offended by campaign lies,
Launched a full attack from muddy skies.
Flapping and quacking like feathered drones,
They pecked through suits and shattered phones.
Security fled, the media cheered,
As candidates cried, “We never volunteered!”
Now every stump speech near our barn,
Requires duck insurance and extra yarn.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on March 6, 2024 by Alan Nafzger