Archibald Reginald Tucker
A world class oyster shucker
At Fred's Oyster Bar
With the mollusks he spar
They never would win
From their shells they would spin
With astonishing speed
So patrons could slurp them with greed

Archie's knife hand was so fast
A second, a Wellfleet could last
For every dozen he's shucker
Half as many he'd tucker
Till tens of thousands he'd beaten
And fives of thousands he'd eaten

After shucking many a year
Rucker was known far and near
Buckets of tears, they were shed
With reports that Archie lay dead

Came the terrible news
of the fight Archie would lose
The paper' obituary said
That Archibald R Rucker was dead
Cause of demise was "unknown"
Nothing the autopsy had shown
It was shrouded in doubt
But I know his iodized liver gave out

Since his liver did stall
He answered eternity's call
Here Archibald and oysters are together
He can shuck and slurp them forever

H - 18.5 W - 8 D - 6 inches