Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my modest little blog. Pull up a chair and enjoy some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, mix up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Today's song is the traditional ditty "Turkey In The Straw" (watch a farcical 1942 film clip of the song here, a cartoon version here, a version by The Skillet Lickers here, or a classic ice cream truck version here [sound cuts out after a minute or two]). Enjoy.
Strange Heavy Meat
We all fight
strange heavy meat and enough teams.
Boldly to me, then, when your ear falls topic such as a driver,
a true food, saying, "I am the day."
Messages, no, she knows how to make
Haystack Mountain monkey,
I'm not blind, mute, and so on.
The last three, and one side of the river.
However, you won't be able to concentrate on listening to the five cities.
We still fight in the resurrection.
Saw mill processed it.
The summer is always hot days, gold.
Meanwhile, when it came to swimming,
there will always be a small percentage of my pants on the inside of the room.
Who is the engine? Kochi-la always came after the device,
now more than Ho Chi Minh City, Ho Chi Minh fishie, over.
Hey, hey, turkey, turkey,
turkey, turkey straw.
Come on, good fruit has lagged for so long.
Name turkey straw music hit.