The Cycle Bather

My cycle girl is up to date,

     No bathing suit wears she;

She simply scorches to the shore,

To where the sullen breaker roar,

     And braves the summer sea.

She bathes and frolics with the rest,

     Till weary of the play;

Then on the sunny beach she lies,

Until her natty costume dries,

     Whereon she spins away.

June 6, ‘97

N.Y. Sunday

Journal, Aug. 1, ‘97