Babelfishing Poetry: "Monday Child, Kamehameha's Son"


Hey, Babelfishing peeps, I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? No tornadoes, floods, unexpected sinkholes, avalanches, mudslides, blizzards, hailstorms, lightning strikes, hurricanes, earthquakes, wildfires?  I hope not, I really do.  Because that would be a pity, it really would.  None of the above in my neck of the woods this week, so we shall proceed posthaste with more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Today, by special request from The Jan, it's the Bangles' song "If She Knew What She Wants" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


Monday Child, Kamehameha's Son

Turn off the trees.
But he seemed to change.
One day, I was happy.
One day I saw me scream.
Read the whole thing.

For each attribute,
I try
road legs.
But it's not easy.
Why, then,
do the flying?

You have no excuse; we must prevent victory.
If anything else?
Hawaii.
Do you want to?

You know what you want:
Search.
You know what you want:
H.
You know how it works.
. . . But?

But I want to.
You may feel touched, perhaps.
Or what do you do?
Do you want to solve the problem?
Monday child, Kamehameha's son.
But they know what they want.
You know what you want.
Go ahead.
This is all about removal in this village.


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