Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my humble little blog. It's Friday, so 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, get goofy with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week the Doobie Brothers' 1973 song "China Grove" is featured (watch video here, recorded live at their farewell tour -- and yours truly was in the audience that night!). Enjoy.
The Forests Of Speech
When the sun comes in a quiet village
around St. Anton,
and people are on the rise around the houses.
The great men of the city,
and where they came from, more pain.
More, and the forests of speech.
Pastors and teachers,
o Lord, you are much more cautious.
Town of words.
Rumors fly, it will be
"This is not a lie."
Dear Miss Patricia, here you game.
We speak of tree flora of our country.
Reports received on a daily basis
on the eastern side of the road.
Sharif, his friends and his kaleulwa.
You can request the music of the night.
However, only one person was part of the stars.
It does not matter, is lost.
It is difficult to predict,
speaking of tree flora of the kingdom.