Hello! And how are you today? Bright and breezy? Cheeky and cheerful? Chipper? Top-notch? Super-duper? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? Full of sunshine? Rarin' to go? Full of ginger? Ready to face the day? Hunky-dory? In the swim? Peachy-keen? On the ball? Up to snuff? A-OK? Copacetic? All of those put together? None of the above? No matter, because, regardless, it's time for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, shake up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Here is Swedish hip-hop/swing band Movits! with this week's song, "Fel Del Av Gården" (watch video here). Enjoy.
The Old Woman Was Angry
The worst part of the target on the other side of the yard
in Rome, Rome.
Who is new, the recorders?
I want to say
dad left an empty bottle in the Navigator, saying,
"Gittar pounds and get some wire!"
Jean recorded five games.
A small percentage and as pleasant to live forever in his closet than by its curse.
Brass bands of life only every night in the park.
Watch, John; the enemy!
According to him, the teacher who tried to explain specific.
But maybe skjutit'na,
or at least ut'na,
now that Mitt, and sets of jars.
However, these words still alive,
Can you contact me from abroad? He would not dare to do so.
What to do, because this was before
1993; I am sorry to interrupt.
No, I'm not a neighbor the next.
But the old woman was angry, saying, "I am the police; time to speak to me the name!"