Holmes Minor

HOLMES:
A good cyclist doesn’t need a high road
to reach his destination.
A good cyclist doesn’t need a clear day
a vane or weather station.
A good cyclist doesn’t need a flat plain
devoid of undulation.
A good cyclist doesn’t need a bold sign
and lines of demarcation.

WATSON: But the bicycle, Holmes?

HOLMES: He does not need
He will proceed
Upon spoked steed
‘Cross moor and weed!

A good cyclist doesn’t need a fair wind
for his acceleration.
A good cyclist doesn’t need a choice map
for his edification.
A good cyclist doesn’t need a full moon
for his illumination.
A good cyclist doesn’t need a stout boot
for his perambulation.

WATSON: But the bicycle, Holmes?

HOLMES:

He goes along
a-burst with song
legs firm, lungs strong
through fork and prong!

A good cyclist doesn’t need a straight path
or steady elevation.
A good cyclist doesn’t need an odd tree
to fix exact location.
A good cyclist doesn’t need a sharp grade
to foster wheel rotation.
A good cyclist doesn’t need a smooth lane
to go without vexation.

WATSON:

As far as it goes, you’re right, I suppose,
about metal bars, spokes, and rubber hose.
But a different story altogether when it’s cotton, wool, and leather.
Yes, Holmes, it’s not the same, at all, you see,
when the vehicle you’re riding is me!