hokey pokey

I can fit in

>when I’m bidden<

but the truth is I don’t.

Since the midden

is where fittin’

can be hidden

for most.

So I dance to

my percussion

tappin’ lyrical


Jokin’ hokey

never pokey

skippin’ rules

by the feat.

I can foot in

if I’m wooden–

I can go North ↑

or South ↓

but by nature


could be deemed


©Karen Robiscoe


About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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