June 26th, 2020

Babelfishing Poetry: "Gisparixxix Is A Shoe Protector"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Gisparixxix Is A Shoe Protector"


Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy -- and still coronavirus-free.  Still washing your hands and not touching your face?  Good!  Still wearing a mask and observing social distancing?  Well done!  And now we can move on to more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tart the punctuation up a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song is Chuck Berry's classic "No Particular Place To Go" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 


Gisparixxix Is A Shoe Protector

He bought my car rope,
my baby son.

The dog was arrested.
My place is a desert.

Pain and radio.
There's no destination.

Rhine car is the gallows-maker.
I can't wait for the four rowers.

Slow down, Soidtle.
This makes me think of this box.

You need to drive slowly and leave separately,
to no avail.

There's no point.
As a result, cocoa grew.

He was a young man and a gold medalist.
As a result, everyone decided to meet with us.

Can you imagine what I heard?
We can take security!

I'm going to the club;
try to mark the scene.

When you go home to the summer house, there is no connection.
Gisparixxix is a shoe protector.

Pain collection machine.
Desperation.


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