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

By Alan Nafzger

Professor Alan Nafzger is the publisher of Farm.FM, writing from Wichita Falls, Texas. He earned his Ph.D. in political science with a focus on rural policy and agricultural economics, a master's degree in public administration emphasizing rural development, and a bachelor's degree in political science. Over a dual career spanning 57 years, he has taught rural policy, agricultural economics, and county administration while managing a family operation that includes farming, ranching, and dairy. The classroom and the farmstead keep each other honest: he writes about the policies he has studied and the cattle, crops, and milk checks he has actually had to live with.

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