There once was a buffalo named Morty
Who thought he was ever so sporty
Speed skating his game
The Olympics he'd aim
This time he'd defeat Klassen by forty.
Seems my age is finally starting to show
More shaky recently since wrestling that buffalo
Wifey reminded me
You're nearing eighty-three
As bones stuck out somewhere below
A birder in search of a bird
Just slipped on a buffalo turd
Sharp as a tack
Flat on his back
He learned not to follow the herd!