Extended Eulogy For Hussein Alasdair McGaw, 7

Like a 20something scuba guru, feet flared by sim fins,
waterbaby rabbi rabbsodising ’bout fab flipper maflipulation,
dashing deacon of the kosher ocean, who to the brass tachlis
of snorkel skool took Israelis and tourists down, whilst the Zionsun
was longrange chocolatier. On a visa to jesusdunes,
dolphin adonis got bronzed, brownzed, jolly tanned
in the Holyland for a gap of years, happy as a sandboy
on those sacred sands, where once trod Jaynesianly bi-brained
bygone savants of Godasweknowit. And his Jewish boyfriend’s mem’ry
was his heart’s hallowed heyday. Later however
- when bereaved singleton back in England - his heart hardened
towards that superpowersuckled newish senile country,
for Dr.Frankenpalestine had jabbed and snipped at his heartstrings,
newsdesk doses of West Bank anguish inducing israelitis.
Wasn’t antisemitic but fedup, gums grumbily bared grumbily
splecked in an Intifada lather. Full were his frontteeth
(these a figureofspeech, not dentures) with th’exclusionzoning
judenlebensraum jones of those who should know better,
the muslimusurping masters of Gaza, Samaria, Jerusalem, some more
of God’s oldstompinggrounds. No bling coodgiecoodgiecow
like in the Torah, now dry bloodlands are updated idol misguiding
amnesiac republic of Isaac. Anyone would wonder
 - hadn't a summerjobbing goy diver already conferred 
the secret of deepbreaths whilst cleanly splitting the surface?