More Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Today it's Wang Chung's "Dance Hall Days" (video here).
We Have Reached Our Ballroom
Put your child in one hand,
and will not be large.
Please pick up
the kids in the corner next.
This stage, we have reached
our ballroom.
We are mad cool.
I, you, and everyone
knows that we do not see
its true opinions.
"Oh," I said.
Bring your child's hair,
there, and pull it shut.
Your child's ears
have to fear the dark.
Thus, wrist,
her mouth was purple.
His eyes
are two of the three posters.
You need them.
I need you,
and what is required,
if necessary.