Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my modest little blog! It's Friday and I am ready to serve up some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, change the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Since Monday is Halloween, here's Michael Jackson's "Thriller" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Why Dig Auspicious Tomb?
About midnight and share something evil in the dark.
Yesterday almost stops your heart tonight.
Cry. But it's not the first three words.
They are afraid to see my good eye.
You are a member.
This is your last round; there are demons.
You can change the number of missed calls if you say "we."
Now is now, and we belong to the Now.
I'm afraid to have maximum night-night.
This night, the bravery update.
Life is difficult.
Games and entertainment in the evening.
You modify and share the House with the disease, and Miller moved to Virginia, Miller said.
We believe our celestial night on.
Removing at night, all over the world.
On the one hand to midnight.
Search of the Denmark blood monsters.
Bleeding was sharp with the foulest seems to sense odors.
pachti and blue-black graves.
There is no show
indicates a problem.
Ghost starts to shiver.
No corruption can be refused.
Why dig auspicious tomb?