Saturday, January 05, 2013
The Hokey Pokey
O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, one more the gesture, then begin;
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from heaven’s yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke—banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, ‘tis what it is all about.