Barclay Stupone's a very renowned man
least that's what he's partial to spouting
but when ten kms out he capsizes a boat
him alone and heavy seas begin pouting
You don't know who I am Stupone howls
as both sloop and all hoping slip asunder
I've not raft or jacket, so I make a promise
to fix everything I'd previously blundered
Hours treading tidally in tempered brines
holds Barclay roiling in deep saline pickle
now showing 'pon dawn, comes a fish God
surfaced dorsal fin as Grim Reaper's sickle
Why won't you see who I am asks Stupone
great white grin marking curious bumping
no defensive reply has boss shark enacting
munching poor Barclay's patella dumpling