Evelyn, a modified dog Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily Draped across the piano, with some surprise
In the darkened room Where the chairs dismayed And the horrible curtains Muffled the rain She could hardly believe her eyes
A curious breeze A garlic breath Which sounded like a snore Somewhere near the Steinway (or even from within) Had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble in the gloom
Evelyn, a dog, having undergone Further modification Pondered the significance of short-person behavior In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance And other highly ambient domains . . .