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

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