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Babelfishing Poetry: "Beef, Now In Orbit"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Beef, Now In Orbit"

Hey-ho blog peeps, here's more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Today we Babelfish the traditional novelty song "It Ain't Gonna Rain No More," which I knew as a kid's song only by the chorus and the peanut-on-the-tracks verse (watch a lame video of the song here, or listen to a vintage 1923 ukelele-accompanied version with elebenty billion verses here). Enjoy.

Beef, Now In Orbit

This does not . . .
there will be more rain.

It is no longer raining
down the neck and face,
and how?
No rain, no?

Peanut sitting on train tracks.
In all his heart -- this is the future.
In addition to the boat harbor,
a brilliant, brilliant peanut butter!

Beef, now in orbit.
The train came quickly.
Subway track results.
Now! Go to the ox!
Now! Go to the bull!
Now! Go to the cow!
Now! Go to cattle!

This does not . . .
there will be more rain.

It is no longer raining.
So, what will fill Hell?
No rain, no?

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