Hello blog peeps. How's everything going? Hunky-dory? Yes? Fabulous! My week has been miserable due to illness and medication issues, but not so miserable that I can't bring you more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, poke and prod the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week it's Meghan Trainor's bouncy, body-positive hit "All About That Bass" (watch video here, or watch a 1940s-style version by the Postmodern Jukebox here). Enjoy.
I Will Rule The Joy And Brush You In Heaven
Because you can,
only the sweet,
the third time, and does not require treatment.
Yes, my second was high, it was clearly: I am.
But you can shake you.
We all must be preserved
who saw all day like the good guys fly-fly.
It now passes all junk mail.
Yes, men are worried about the length of the mother.
He said, "The purpose of the people in the middle of the night, a little."
Bad silicone fly, stick to the head than
maybe then I will rule the joy and brush you in heaven.
He wants a pair.
He said that small beasts survive,
but let him or anyone else. I think I know Greece.
But here's the intentionally
best-dug bass is every inch of it.
So that you can,
the only sweet,
the third time, I don't require treatment.