Explore "The Scarlet Gown: THE BANISHED BEJANT FROM THE UNPUBLISHED REMAINS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE" by Robert Fuller Murray on Textopian.
Brown was my friend, and faithful -- but so fat! / He came to see me in the twilight dim; / I rose politely and invited him / To take a seat -- how heavily he sat!
He sat upon the sofa, where my hat, / My wanton Zephyr, rested on its rim; / Its build, unlike my friend's, was rather slim, / And when he rose, I saw it, crushed and flat.