Who knew shredded paper... alias confetti could be so much fun?

The misses took play therapy (hive

urgently got to tell thee)

to whole nother level,

she smartly, expertly,

deftly... didst contrive

at my expense - (to late),

when paramedics did arrive

abusive deadly torture,

I did not survive,

when she (Frau Abby) five

feet tall minus one inch

lobbed bajillion pounds

(analogous to many

a swarming beehive),

no matter I took strategic dive

buried yours truly alive

moments before perishing,

heard her banshee

cackling, hooting, kickstarting...

dancing spot on jive,

nonetheless mere seconds

before my demise did arrive

manage to scrawl illegible

plea broadcast across

icloud expansive ethereal

euphemistic hard drive

though unsure if

timely help will arrive

to resuscitate and revive

praying immediate por favor

very limited options more

or less absolute zero before

death be not proud doth score,

sad fate, I cannot ignore

salvation amidst desperation

doth tide dully shore

bolster faith no more

toward humanity - generally a bore,

maybe comeuppance,... thus I deplore,

premature demise grim reaper doth adore

yet perchance bottled message

throughout cyber sea reaches poor

or fabled lands i.e.

Zanzibar, Timbuktu, Bangalore...,

no especial rhyme nor

reason zee afore

saith place names mentioned

except they came to fore

front of noggin of this schnorrer

realizing United States marine corps

may also beg tubby enlisted,

viz search and rescue operations

even intervention papal monsignor

please communicate asap with pope,

now I bid thee good bye bonjour

beetle browed troubadour.