Sweet Cycle Maid

Such classic lines as I do see

     When she and I are wheeling;

Such dreams in blackest symmetry

     Each moment is revealing.

Yet when she’s differently arrayed,

     Which seems to me the oddest;

This little petite winsome maid

     Is far, by far, too modest.

And now she wonders, I aver,

     Her innocence revealing,

Why I persistently prefer

     To always have her wheeling.

Sept. 6, ‘99