Hello! And how are you today? Good? I hope so. Me, I have a painful swollen gland (I think I am fighting off a cold), so I am not so good. But that will not get in the way of my bringing you more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, futz with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
For no particular reason, this week's song is Terri Gibbs' 1980 top-20 hit "Somebody's Knockin'" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
I Have A Powerless Yeti
The hit man, then; is that correct?
It is difficult to have an excuse for it.
I would certainly not use it as part of the vision each day, ever.
Green jeans and a green city.
It came to pass in those days that he mentioned them and whispered to me,
"I think it is good everywhere and I'll speak to him."
I have a powerless yeti,
but it is not the goal; they are mistaken.
I feel phone tether is the next feeling.
It is time alone, so that you know, Céleste;
Therefore, it is right, the fire that gave them this.
There are people.