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?
Boadicea's Chariot 
A bit of fun, Bravo, but it seems to be missing a few lines for a sonnet! I haven’t checked every line but it does, however, seem to be written in iambic pentameters which is good.
Can’t claim credit, I’m afraid, a friend sent it to me – I thought it was amusing 🙂
Have to confess, I didn’t actually scan it properly.
It was amusing, Bravo. Lovely, light-footed frivolity.
… and clever. 🙂
Classic last line but definitely short of four others. 🙂