HOKEY POKEY – Shakespearean Style

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O proud left foot, that ventures quick within Then soon upon a backward journey lithe. Anon, once  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’s all about.