Swift, long and far did the gunning whales sing,
Outboarding to meet with the oceans' salt-sting.
The men how they wailed at splinters and fire,
Reduced to children 'fore Great Mother's ire.
Fire and gunpowder; sail, rope and ream,
Cases of pinapples spillt as a dream.
Bravely fought but o'ernumber'd by three,
The creatures now board and start slaying with glee.
Boat rocks, lists, and tips as she turns to a wreck,
The captain clean slain, toss'd doll'd from the deck.
Abandoned to terror all sailors give way,
And strip as they jump into Ac'pulco Bay.
Their corpses to bloat, wreck rendered apart,
A body pinned right to a float through the heart.
But fish will soon feast, and seagulls will strip,
Blue waters and sunlight and blood: drip, drip, drip.
This chaos the scene to a viewer departs,
Through eyeglass on shore does he gorge, choke and start.
The brave Spaniard Navy reduced to flam,
By Powers of Evil and Satan's Own Damn'd.