Zie Tiburon

Oh, Isurus, your wicked and ragged smile of death,

they call you the Mako, but I know you as Macbeth.

Galeocerdo, a tiger with wings and a delicious heterocercal tail,

when you arrive for a nibble, all cazh and fashionably late, one’s heart doth fail.

Carcharinus leucas, a most surly and grumpy bull of no horns,

snapping up the weak and spineless, and tomorrow’s freshly hatched newborns.