The Sexy Buffalo

I saw a sexy buffalo,
wet and wild,
I didn't hit on her,
because she was a child.

It was a bright and sunny day
and she was eating grass,
A douche-bag, hunky buffalo came
and spanked her on the arse.

Then I told the buffalo
that he was really slow
If I was in his place,
I would buy her a crow.

Since this poem
doesn't make any sense,
and it is 1.45,
I shall go to sleep and
let my body be
a little less sleep-deprived.