Hello! Lovely to see you, thank you for stopping by, and woohoo, it's Friday already. Hooray! I'm ready for this week to be over! It's been a tough one for me, medically. So let's kick off the weekend, shall we, with some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, modify the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
"How Dry I Am" is a small section of a longer Irving Berlin song called "The Near Future," written in 1919. But who sings the full version anymore? I learned this version (scroll down) from inebriated cartoon characters on TV. And so we combine them together for this week's Babelfish (listen to Greek rebetis Yiorgos Batis' version here or Artie Shaw's swingin' rendition here). Enjoy.
This Is Not My Golf
How to do it? I'm thirsty. I go.
This is clear why
this is not my golf.
So I did it.
Coca-Cola is a bit ranked.
In fact, it is a really cool drink, yes, yes, yes.
The biggest cotton textile and thick thunder,
they are recommended for you.
Coca-Cola is a bit,
I think the best
Shi Shi non-alcoholic butterfly thing, however,
if it is enough to drink you.
How do I dry? How often?
I love the wet key to the main bathroom.
We found the door
when evening came to pass in the area.