Story Poem, Nr.19 — Jack the Buffalo

There was a macho buffalo  
with awesome tackle down below,  
balls the size of fullest moons  
plus muscles pumped to make one swoon  
and buffo-Jack enhanced his brand  
with lots of studded one-night-stands.  
  
The lady buffalos were fast  
to learn his interest didn’t last  
and since they were for cert no fools  
they hash-me-tooed some different rules  
refused his playboy attitude  
dismissing it as rude and crude.  
   
The buffalo, severely peeved  
decided in a huff to leave …  
uh…oh, this choice was not so great  
determining the hand of fate —  
a hunter spied the handsome beast  
and all the neighbours had a feast.  
   
But here’s the rub, without mistakes  
how does one learn the real from fake?  
One way to look at things I guess  
requires a shift in consciousness  
where life continues past the grave  
in unexpected ‘mazing ways  
   
so holy transformations might  
become creation’s final right.  
If true then Buffo’s one mistake  
transformed him into sacred steak  
and up in heaven looking back  
he’s finally a happy Jack.