Stingray! Not content with jaw,
With attack/bite. No! Through just a pore
You thrill the groper’s bulk. A little point
Ignites the bang that knocks him out of joint.
The toxin spreads its flame…
Ink forms Bukharin’s name.
Oh you nerveless flat fish,
You shape-of-smile fanatic, how we wish!
How we wish for something stingray has…
For what the despot was!