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Babelfishing Poetry: "I Gargle My Honourable Leg" - Pahavit's Universe

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Date: 11-27-2015 12:12 AM
Subject: Babelfishing Poetry: "I Gargle My Honourable Leg"
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Babelfishing Poetry: "I Gargle My Honourable Leg"


Hey peeps, I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? No tornadoes, floods, unexpected sinkholes, avalanches, mudslides, blizzards, hailstorms, lightning strikes, hurricanes?  I hope not, I really do.  Because that would be disastrous, and we don't want that, no we don't.  Because what we do want is more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

And today, being Black Friday in a lot of the world (although I myself am doing the un-American thing and steering clear of it all), seems like a good day to Babelfish "Big Spender" (listen to Shirley Bassey belt out the song here, or listen to Peggy Lee sing it here, or listen to Pearl Bailey's sassy version here, or listen to Chaka Khan's cool interpretation here, or listen to Bette Midler's rather subdued version here, or listen to a duet version with Dee Snider and Cyndi Lauper redeeming themselves surprisingly well here, or watch video of Tom Waits putting his inimitable stamp on the tune here [monologue till 4:40, then song -- as such]).  Enjoy. 


I Gargle My Honourable Leg

When you meet the first time, entered into general relativity,
I see the difference.
It's a real hand.
Refine good saw.
Come on, I gargle my honourable leg, and said, "You know?"

Eric let me.
He saw someone, and Cork's compensation.
Alas, flinging people,
with some time to deteriorate.

They are like bugs? Fun? Fun?
When is it the author of any of the names? Began to howl with laughter?
Ma Al, have a good time.
I can tell you've had a good time; I have seen.

When you first get into general relativity,
I see the difference.
Real rich.
Perfect good saw.
And I know my teeth is not a glorious leg, said our?

I asked Eric.
He saw the man, and would reward of cork.
Killing!
Killing!
Killing!
The value of the time rather grew worse.


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