I will incline mine ear to the parable, and shew my dark speech upon the harpfrom Psalm 49
How 'bout Yeats?Whirling and curling in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot see your big left foot;Which flails about the centre and the rim;Mere twitchery is loosed upon the world,The red-faced hop is loosed, and everywhereThe sedentary innocence is drowned;The best lack coordination, while the worstAre full of spasmodic activity.Surely the revelation is at hand;Knowing “what it’s about” is at hand.What it’s about! Hardly are those words outWhen a vast image out of pop cultureTroubles my gut: somewhere in wilds of the mountainsA shape with many feet and the head of a man,A gaze blank and sleepless as the moon,Is wiggling its slow hips, while all about itReel shadows of the hungry mountain wolves.The darkness drops again; but now I knowThat sixty centuries of fitful sleepWere turned about by just a rocking cradle,And what wild cur, its ship come sailing in,Hokey-pokeys eastward to be born?
Excellent, Gregg! And thanks for stopping by!Here's more "Yeats":Sang old Tom the lunaticThat sleeps beneath the sky's expanse:"What change has put my mind astray,What quirk of fate, what gross mischance?It is the Hokey-Pokey songAnd, oh, that stupid dance!"Billy and Mary, Pat and Cathleen,Holy Harry, the fiddler's son,Join hands in a circle wideAnd kick their heels, and have their fun:But me, I can't wait till the bloodyDance is over and done."Whoever leaps in bright schoolyards,Lad or lassie, brat or doll,Reeling, twisting, spinning roundUntil you get dizzy and fall --I will not hokey-poke with you;It's not my thing at all."
I hope Omar was not disappointing?
Omar was beyond expectation! Stellar in its expertise! Thank you for your participation in this admittedly odd pastime!
Glad you liked it.A few more players and you'll have an anthology.
My friend Heather started this trend on Facebook ... she's produced a few choice parodies herself!
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