Romance at the Tractor Pull
Ma locked eyes with a diesel growl,
As Pa revved up with a rooster’s scowl.
She waved her bonnet, he spun the dirt,
Flung mud like love notes on her skirt.
Granny giggled from the hay bale row,
Yelled, “That’s how courtin’ oughta go!”
Cousin Lou proposed mid-tug,
Got a yes, then stalled near a jug.
The preacher blessed each gearshift kiss,
Declared them wed with grease and bliss.
A Ford and Deere, side by side,
Pulled more than weight–they pulled with pride.
Now every pull starts with a vow,
And ends with “MARRY ME” carved on a plow.
So if you seek true love’s loud call,
Just let your engine do it all.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on August 12, 2022 by Alan Nafzger