Tornado Hits the Pig Pageant
Granny’s hog wore bows and blush,
Till winds rolled in with gust and rush.
Ma screamed, “Protect Miss Snorty Sue!”
As Pa flew past in one old shoe.
Lou held firm with duct-taped boots,
But pigs took flight in swirling flutes.
The preacher clung to a lipstick case,
While hamlets whirled through time and space.
Trophies twirled like silver rain,
As bacon dreams went down the drain.
One pig landed in the choir,
Snorted hymnals, lit a fire.
The judges cried and waved a flag,
While sows parachuted in a grocery bag.
Now pig pageants check the skies,
And contestants wear elastic ties.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on October 24, 2023 by Alan Nafzger