Babelfishing Poetry: "I Want To Be A Door"
Babelfishing Poetry: "I Want To Be A Door"
Hello! Lovely to see you, and woohoo, it's Friday already. Hooray! Let's celebrate with some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This song seems appropriate now that the days are getting shorter and the shadows are lengthening -- Joni Mitchell's "Urge For Going" (listen to Tom Rush's version (my favorite) here). Enjoy.
I Want To Be A Door
It is sin, and
Ice Hotel.
Please enter the cold air.
Falta summer splash.
A cold day in her hands.
After all the moral depravity of wood,
I'm going.
But before that, it's hot.
Hot-colored.
However, women in the city,
people like me, continue to center.
However, the reduction in leaf
to the wind, of course!
The lawsuit against the glass
continued,
and I want to be a door.
I asked
in the factory, you will brown?
But less alcohol
import and winter closing.
.
Hello! Lovely to see you, and woohoo, it's Friday already. Hooray! Let's celebrate with some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This song seems appropriate now that the days are getting shorter and the shadows are lengthening -- Joni Mitchell's "Urge For Going" (listen to Tom Rush's version (my favorite) here). Enjoy.
I Want To Be A Door
It is sin, and
Ice Hotel.
Please enter the cold air.
Falta summer splash.
A cold day in her hands.
After all the moral depravity of wood,
I'm going.
But before that, it's hot.
Hot-colored.
However, women in the city,
people like me, continue to center.
However, the reduction in leaf
to the wind, of course!
The lawsuit against the glass
continued,
and I want to be a door.
I asked
in the factory, you will brown?
But less alcohol
import and winter closing.
.