Though others said he merely lived to rink.
Each morn his matutinal meal he’d eat,
And then be seen both out of breath and hot,
Rushing with eager steps along the street
To meet his comrades at the much-loved spot.
Then with his skates upon his feet fast strapp’d
He’d rink and rink through all the livelong day;
Now seemingly in meditation wrapp’d,
Now urged by eager thoughts and fancies gay.
At first some figure would he deftly trace,