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Babelfishing Poetry: "Crew And I Are Barnacles" - Pahavit's Universe

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Date: 4-21-2017 12:01 AM
Subject: Babelfishing Poetry: "Crew And I Are Barnacles"
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Babelfishing Poetry: "Crew And I Are Barnacles"


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, earthquakes, wildfires, tsunamis, volcanoes?  I hope not, I really do.  Because that would be horrible, it really would.  So, going on the assumption that all is hunky-dory in your world, let's get ready for some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, experiment with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's feature is the traditional American drinking song with quite bawdy lyrics, "Barnacle Bill The Sailor" (watch a proto-Betty Boop cartoon with PG lyrics here, or listen to a version by Bix Beiderbecke here).  Enjoy. 


Crew And I Are Barnacles

Doors knocked on my door.
Knock on this important?
Knock on my door, as a young first cry.

This is the sea, the only father.
I am Sailor Bill Hakiruttene the XVIII.
I light a Christmas tree
to celebrate the Hakiruttene.
Bill Hakiruttene.
Crew and I are barnacles.

I am sailing on the ocean and must be rejected.
I will give fight, drink and smoke.
Swimming is a stroke, but I cannot.
Bill Hakiruttene.
Crew and I are barnacles.

If you are young and beautiful, so what?
If you are young and beautiful, so what?
A beautiful young man, sir,
one of the first people to cry when I am.

Bill said, "Barnacles,"
and, "Rough and tough old sailor,"
and, "They're dirty."
I do not drink enough.
Bill Hakiruttene.
Crew and I are barnacles.

There is a whiskey.
I was an old tin can
and do not drink whiskey.
Whiskey in the lives of people.
Bill Hakiruttene.
Crew and I are barnacles.

I will dismount.
If you want to come, go.
I landed.  I cried,
"The first opportunity for young people!"

Short and sweet love song, sing to me.
Short and sweet love song, sing to me.
And sweet love songs I sing
in a small market for young people.

I see you again, please?
I see you again, please?
Beautiful!
Young would have cried
to see it again before the wedding
and you,
Bill Hakiruttene.
Crew and I are barnacles.


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