July 13th, 2012

Babelfishing Poetry: "You Are My Nose-Child"

Babelfishing Poetry: "You Are My Nose-Child"

Hello bloggy visitors!  So nice to see you. Come in and have a look around -- have some organic fresh-squeezed lemonade and take the weight off your feet.  And while you enjoy your delicious cool beverage, you can also enjoy some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

On Monday Movies this week there was a lunatic ice cream truck that played the song "Little Brown Jug" to announce its presence to the kiddies in the neighborhood, so today why not Babelfish it?  "Little Brown Jug" dates back to 1869 and was originally a drinking song, enjoying new popularity during Prohibition (listen to Glenn Miller's swingin' rendition here).  Enjoy. 

You Are My Nose-Child

My and I wife live alone.
We call most of their own in the hut log.
She is a Jupiter, the Jupiter of the Disease,
and do NOT have a lot of fun!

When you enter the display field,
I go to pot under my arms.
Left standing under the tree,
small pot and brown vest.

Your enemy becomes a friend and I.
You have the authority to wear the wounds of that old Clotho.
Fair question, seeing you are my nose-child,
so jump up and tip down she goes.

Ha, ha, ha, hehe.
Small brown vest, people do NOT love you a little!
Ha, ha, ha, hehe.  
Small brown vest, a little does NOT love you!