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...

Arf She Said