Sue S Side Almost Won Out As the Tomb Poem

Sue S. Side Almost Won Out As The Tomb Poem... (alternately titled: a page taken from the play book of Little Miss Muffet.) "Oh...My...Argh..." "Somebody... Please...ease...help...me...ee"..., and then dead silence, this comprises, the sole thread bare strand i.e. plaintive desperate plea – recorded by emergency 911 agent Brand N. Burg-Harris, a close family member of the deceased, who (said relation) hand dully appeared aghast, shell shocked, white as a ghost, et cetera damned near roundly dismissed, but extraordinarily grand lee escorted to safety, as some VIP, who under a "normal," regular, and/or typical case, would be gingerly brushed aside land ding in the loony bin, what with his babbling like a lunatic understand ably very little attention paid, but the sheer immensity, sans horror surpassed any concoction hatched, analogous to grotesque japaned artwork by necessity didst demand, an extremely over active imagination, thus no "FAKE" spiderbiter words exist to expand to embellish, fabricate, and/or surpass, a terrifying, nightmarish, and hideous circumstance in summary visa a vis dis covering Goliath manned doubles (mandibles - jaws of steel), wherein barenaked remnants of Matthew Scott Harris protruded, which humongous mouthparts of gigantic sized Tarantula pierced poison into dangling, flickr ring, and twitching scant visible remains of renowned Arachnologist, academician passionate serious die hard "Spider Man."