O proud left foot, that ventures quick within,
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinestral 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.
O blessed dervish! Surely, go thou, girl.
The Hoke, the Poke, and banish now thy doubt.
Forsooth, I say, ‘tis what it’s all about!
I found this on Facebook. I have no idea who wrote it, but I'm a sucker for this sort of thing.
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