Hello! And how are you lovely bloggity people today? Great, I hope. 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, revise the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week, for no particular reason, it's Rockin' Sidney's zydeco hit "Don't Mess With My Toot Toot" (watch Rockin' Sidney perform it live here, and watch John Fogerty's version here). Enjoy.
I Am A New Automatic Room
Play with my self-indulgence is not self-indulgence.
I am a new automatic room and relax.
Not all of your time you can get a seat,
but no bouncers.
He was born in Prada.
"Hi Baby Doc!" She slapped back.
He said, "Presence.
Now I'm going to preside."
We won't be able to reward movement of the head.
But if the touching you as to a large number
you find yourself about to go,
I'm going to gas your head.
Play with my self-indulgence is not self-indulgence.
We do one PCs, a new self-go parabolic Japanese release pine.
You can get a seat at all times,
but with my self-indulgence is not self-indulgence.
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