Hello, how are you? How was your week? I hope it was full of fun and frolic. (Mine wasn't, but that's a whole 'nother tale.) Anyway, it's Friday, so here comes some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, adjust the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, by blues great John Lee Hooker, is "Boogie Chillun" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
I'm Just The Mom
Why, my Lord, I'm just the mom; fire every night for them, let them show.
I am not without a card mother every night.
If you come up with that, I do not care to run you woogie.
China finished; Castle City join? No.
Be fortunate.
In the scene it is night, depending on the name.
Next, another editorial: "Surveys of People."
Representative, representative sphere
was white.
Ha.
One night I'm lying.
I've heard that request.
Love my boogie-woogie boys in custody.
Escape, however criminal.
I am, and I was a great touch.
So no, no ministerial boogeying.
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