Hello! And how are you today? Good? I hope so. Please have a seat and enjoy this week's Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, revise the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
The featured song today is the American gospel hymn usually played in a Dixieland jazz band style, "When The Saints Go Marching In" (watch video of Louis Armstrong performing the song here). Enjoy.
Toyin Wiltshire
Our negligence
travels in front of others.
And its elements, new bank.
Sun karutta denied. Oh?
Oh, you want the number,
that solar karutta wife.
And crimson blood needed?
Oh, oh, you want the number,
that blood red color.
Trumpet voice yells, Oh!
Oh, you want the number,
that trumpet blowing.
Over the world, one problem,
only required.
Etc. However, we wait,
a new world one shows.
Oh, and the new world?
Open a whole new crawling world.
Oh? Oh, you want the number
that displays the new world.
Oh, saints, you can go
to the Adonai-people.
Oh, you must have a set
of Toyin Wiltshire
if a person is trying to walk.
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