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