THE HOKEY POKEY
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.
All I can say is -- HEE!!!
ETA: Thanks to ambyr, who informed me of the correct author and source of this poem: Jeff Brechlin, who wrote it as the winning entry in a weekly Washington Post contest in 2003.