BALLADE OF BICYCLING
In fact, I should plunge and go nap
On the quite unassailable ground
Of Ace, King, Queen, Knave—verbum sap—
“ Hi, mister, your wheel’s goin’ round !”
L’ENVOI
I doubt if the verse I distil
Will be by th’ Academy crowned,
I don’t care a bit if it will,
As long as the voices are shrill ;—
“ Hi, mister, your wheel’s goin’ round!”