Hello! Are you looking forward to the weekend? Me too. Until then, to tide us over, how's about some 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.
This week's song, from legendary jazz singer and bandleader Cab Calloway (and full of delicious ridiculous babelfished nonsense words), is "Minnie The Moocher" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Italian Bowls Of Dit
Heterogeneous, monochrome colors, hot stuttering incense, Kafr El-dawwar.
Poor is the difference between crap violence.
However, whales, such as mini chests.
The latter of these is Hawaii.
Ho ho ho ho.
"Xi, he, he," he said.
Oo, dispatch waoooo Hao Wu.
His personal surname is Yantai Hoon Fire King Hyeonjong Desk.
Or non-association, my sweet; we love you forever.
And second, how is he perfect around?
Suction'd alas, alas!
Australian, ho, oh, chaos.
Jung Fung of Yi tribe, Jung Fung of Yi tribe, Jung Fung of IP Tactical Officer.
REI-friendly old provisional seizures, so watch divisions towards my low.
Economic slowdown preached, saying, there.
Provisional seizures, truth about road, our main world, praise beauty self on always getting salvation.
Hurray, hurray, for crust of bread.
January February March, alas, alas, alas, ah, alas!
To Beek's food shop scoodley scoodley,1 Japanese skeedle diki gookity.
Det det det jargon, det DUT, duttleoo-inch Opera Bastille.
However, Italian bowls of dit.
Booriki booriki booriki today!
I don't know where is the camera's birthday.
Now, it is a poor witness clothing; daisies have sprung up.
In blood, this neck-song story.
Very good, only girls, but wrong.
skiddley doodly doodley.
Poor quality of sleep! Poor quality of sleep! Poor quality of sleep!