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Hokey-Spokey

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

beats…

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

nomenclature

could be deemed

foot-in-mouth.

©Karen Robiscoe

 


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