July 9th, 2021

Babelfishing Poetry: "The Flour Is Big"

Babelfishing Poetry: "The Flour Is Big"

Hello!  And how are you lovely bloggity people today?  Great, I hope.  I have been hanging in there as well as possible (which isn't very well at times, to be honest).  But nevertheless, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, alter the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song, chosen at random, is Bobby Darin's 1958 novelty hit "Splish Splash" (listen to Darin's version here, or listen to Barbra Streisand's version, made for her 1979 film Wet, here (not her finest musical moment, for sure), or watch a 1965 TV performance of the song in French by Quebecois group César et les Romains here).  Enjoy. 

The Flour Is Big

The flour is big; I clean it up.
It's very small and it's so cute.
Ruby repeats and breathes in the bathroom.
I think everything is going well.

Go into the bathroom and put your feet down.
Wrap a towel around your body,
then open the door.
It explodes, splatters, and throws toilet bowls.
Is it alive?  Is it?  Is it?

They are shocked!
I'm not sure what to do.
Run streaming OS.
Comparative Japanese activity.

Ping bang, I saw the whole team.
I dance for Sterling in the salon.
Turn it over, make a noise.
Every teenager makes mistakes.

Peggy Soo and Ice Bar.
Mrs. Mori, who is ill-mannered.
I forgot to wash my hands, and screamed.
She went to wear departure shoes.

Take it out and pump it at once.
I can lie flat on my tree.
Yes, I am afraid to walk.
I shudder and fall.