Philip Larkin and the Hokey-Pokey

The hokey-pokey came to be
In September of '74.
Others find it fun, but me,
I say: a bloody bore.

 

Your mum and dad drop you at school,
You play their stupid game,
You hokey-pokey like a fool,
And then you end up lame.

 

You stick your foot in, take it out,
You shake it till it's numb,
Your mates might laugh and even shout:
It's all so fucking dumb.

 

You do the hokey-pokey and
You turn yourself around,
But what's the use, when in the end
You're six feet underground.





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Written on 2022-07-17 at 12:22

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A very good likeness!
2022-07-17


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Yeah but it's not much fun,
Playing hokey pokey with your mum.
And when you're back gives in,
You'll never ever twist agin.
Like you did last summer,
That really is a bummer.
2022-07-17


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done, and kudos for originality on this series.
2022-07-17

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