He played her like an old, worn tambourine;
a frightful, dull man’s musicale.
The thunder from her drum a shallow scene;
a misty, seismic moment from his gal.
The music not enhanced by their dog, Sal
who also entered her embittered howl.
The house reverberates; the neighbors pale
as door and windows rattle from her glance;
as lovely Lynn flew off her Richter Scale.