Hello! Lovely to see you, thank you for stopping by, and woohoo, it's Friday already. Hooray! And Friday means more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, alter the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem. Hooray!
This week we reach back into the mists of time to the1960s for the country music vocal group the Statler Brothers' Top-5 hit "Flowers On The Wall" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Bigfoot In Bed Can Be Difficult
First, what is your blood?
A man, happy; I am worried.
But the heart and conscience laid, I think all of you.
An entry in your shoes from your feet, for I am Joseph bug-sex.
I value the fun I have and others don't, and when he died, as a friend, I am; you are the man.
Waiting list last night, and he understands this Castle City of Bixop.
Bigfoot in bed can be difficult.
So what do you want? That's fine because it's more accurate.
I am repih, I am sanej, I am a little to John.
They create a blind man, and do not disagree:
you are looking for a blind horror movement.
Throughout all of my cases, I find light habitués.
It is known in the streets: that's right, foot.
Therefore you can get the whole day before the end of the window.
Earl of heaven, and earth walls
Fifty-three, dawn ponte solitaire.
Cigarette smoking and kangaroo the captain.
And now I have something to say!
That person, I would change to bigosnis.