Cycle Haste

They awoke at morn in the League Hotel,

     And sprang from their bed in hot haste;

They’d a century run to make before noon,

     And had not a moment to waste.

Their clothes became tangled, but quickly they dressed,

     Their bloomers gave neither concern;

They dressed just alike so she cared not a straw,

     Whether they got into hisn or hern.

c. Dec. 28, 1897 – Jan. 2, 1898

World, April

  17, ‘98