Ghost of Harriet Harris doth not countenance monetary largesse

After about fifty years as married wife

the last three fraught with strife

obvious telltale signs of terminal illness rife

hysterectomy irrevocably didst jackknife

at the least severely incapacitated

think pitted, riddled,

and rounced her tortured life.

Ovarian cancer affliction

on par with megadeath

bald pate (color of bleached skull),

and crossbones characterized mortal death

oxygen tank to sustain each measured breath.

Nonetheless her angry spirited accursed

ferocity, ejaculatory, denunciatory burst

expletive and epithet

peppered preponderant rant,

(no kidney you) laced

and dull livered worst

fulmination, exasperation,

(albeit feebly faint)

damnation well versed

lips mouthing implacable thirst

to defy grim reaper uber

lyft driver analogous hearst

jubilation immune to

interrogation and/or humiliation

diatribes interpreted glorification,

remained scythe lent bore

scathing rebukes hurled regarding

her sole son (courtesy

miraculous biological reproduction)

dogged with financial perdition

eased series of unfortunate events narration

blessed nonagenarian widower husband

generous father gave male progeny

eased (his/mine) absolution

availed immense monetary boost,

she (envision banshee)

voiced abhorrent objection

regarding liberal outpouring

triggered her vitriolic remenstration.

Similar with pointed gesticulation,

excoriation, cannibalization, abomination...

against reducing his albatross

yoking penurious defeat

her livid hostility displayed, decried,

damned how Matthew Scott,

(I shoal mussel metaphor

without clamming up, how

said offspring coasts) along easy street,

while she sorely protested (thankfully in vain)

even after succumbing to painful demise,

she vehemently, obstreperously and helplessly

loathes handsome handout

to yours truly forsakes Pete.