Reading the Sonnets
I came across this one – Number 69A:
O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the movement then begin,
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervent Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration ,hips in wanton swirl.
To spin, a wild release from heaven’s yoke.
Like frantic dervish surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the Poke, banish now all doubt,
Verily I say, ’tis what it’s all about.
Nothing new under the sun, is there?