Rodeo Clown Runs for Mayor, Promises More Bull

With painted nose and boots askew,
He hollered, “Time for something new!”
Old Cletus Joe, from rodeo fame,
Declared a bid in Freedom’s name.
“I’ve dodged bulls meaner than D.C.,
So City Hall can’t wrassle me!”
His platform strong, though oddly loud:
“Free corn dogs! No suits allowed!”
He banned briefcases, tied in knots,
And held debates on trampoline lots.
The town folks laughed but still they cheered,
When he roped potholes engineers feared.
He lassoed laws with comic flair,
Declared his office a folding chair.
When critics scoffed, “He’s full of it,”
He shot confetti and did the splits.
“A clown,” they said, “can’t lead the town!”
But he won with votes from all around.
Now every meeting starts with jokes,
And ordinances ride hobby-horse pokes.
The town’s in chaos? Maybe so–
But spirits high, and taxes low.
So if you scoff at painted fate,
Just know the mayor rides bulls at eight.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on September 24, 2026 by Alan Nafzger