Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy. Me, I'm waiting on test results from my doctor to find out how (un)well and (un)happy I am. And while I wait, I present to you more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tinker with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week it's Bonnie Hayes's 1982 bouncy, California girl-pop song "Shelly's Boyfriend" (listen to her version from when she was in The Punts here, or her almost-identical Bonnie Hayes And The Wild Combo version here). Enjoy.
You Have The Wild Époque
Scale, I have a girlfriend, now blind.
Me and my friends.
Situation, you will find that this is the man I know well.
I'll keep how to tell.
ID carry with you, Bernardo.
Try device la me.
Can you? I want to kiss you, Lecteur.
Alas, it's all in the guide.
The King of the same meat burger.
Dairy Queen will make noise.
What he saw is one of only three.
Everything will be lead to believe it was.
He understands what to pay for gargle.
He puts before us.
Even better, his face in the mirror.
I am the mother of a boy always.
I can. You are the game.
You have the wild époque.
Expect you to return back in the day.
You need something like this, you can see.
They start an apartment is more than enough.
Will a girl, then,
and the man I love?
Go to the world.
The road, I saw at the end.
He believed the driver of us all.
As long as we are looking for "Yes."