Hello! Hope you are enjoying whichever holiday you customarily celebrate at this time of year. And I hope you will also enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, change the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song is the very seasonal "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!," originally written by Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne in 1945 (listen to Dean Martin sing the song here, or Vaughn Monroe here, or watch Rod Stewart's fabulous lounge lizard version here, or a ST:TNG adaptation featuring Capt. Picard here). Enjoy.
My Eyes Of Jaded Rice
Outer heaven.
Come, come in weak.
This modded affirmation of having died
with a different future
of snow, beautiful snow.
Make getting in like, two Japanese PCs, 3 tracing elephant
in my eyes of jaded rice.
Light, always mandatory, marvelously cruel future
of snow, beautiful snow.
Our make the end one side,
supporting organization, activities, whatsoever.
However this, our editorial, hugging ringtones, emergency!
Standing fall heaven, bunch child is hot.
Existence of fire horses, killed.
My friend, come.
Hugging ridicule, other long affections.
Future of snow, beautiful snow.
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