Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my humble little blog. And you're just in the for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, have a bit of fun with the punctuation, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, from Eddie Money, is "Shakin'" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Night Bus To Anywhere
But Ms. Rosanna Wong's father delights.
Take the arm of power around his keys.
I can give you, and it sounds like the high bus terminal processing music.
Not surprisingly, the wind died, and there was his father.
All but three cups of his story.
He criticized the new 80 and praise,
big from the gas side car in the back.
In the middle of the upside-down is very little.
Taking off his jacket,
the blind man is very good.
Yes, you are welcome.
I'm going to talk to him, and a newborn child is always yours.
It is not enough and I love the girls or he suffered him.
Night bus to anywhere.
Ms. Rosanna Wong as hell.
Well done on the right hand, and on the right hand, and at the right hand of the right hand, and disposal.
Well done; don't speak.