Hokey Pokey

We talked recently about the childhood game of taking the lyrics to familiar songs and making them much more complicated so that three blind mice becomes a trio of visually impaired rodents.

You remember that, Grant?

Yes.

Well, Harlan Messinger, who lives in Arlington, Virginia, sent us a doozy.

Now, this is a familiar song with lyrics changed to Shakespearean English.

So see if you can guess what this is.

Oh, goodness.

Okay.

A proud left foot that ventures quick within.

Then soon upon a backward journey life.

Anon once more the gesture then begin.

Command a sinistral pedestal to writhe.

You’re laughing.

I get it.

I know what it is.

And also your performance is outstanding.

Thank you.

There’s more.

Commence thou then the fervid hokey poke,

A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl,

To spin a wild 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.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I am bowing.

I should point out that credit for that poem goes to Jeff Brecklin of Potomac Falls,

Who won some contest in the Washington Post a few years ago.

That rendering of the hokey pokey in Shakespeare.

Brilliant.

I love it.

The hokey pokey.

I knew what it was, but they didn’t take away any of the fun.

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