Hello all! Thank you for dropping by again, it's so nice to see you! I hope, wherever you are, you're safe and warm on this wintry December day. I have been improving since my ER adventure last week -- no more pain, but lingering chest tightness and an unusual amount of coughing, and I'm still feeling weaker and more fatigued than usual. I have to get an echocardiogram and see a new cardiologist in a few weeks. In the meantime I'm going to rest a lot. But before I settle in for that, it's time for me to bring you more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, randomize the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature comes courtesy of new wave band The Waitresses and their 1981 holiday song "Christmas Wrapping" (I love that horn riff; listen to song here). Enjoy.
This Is Spigut
No, no, obviously I don't,
because this is your favorite fish.
But this year is busy.
I think I have the unselfish responsibilities.
Diamond ice cream pictures.
24 days passed to get rid of the lion.
Just demand winter heaven.
It is on the page about the calendar page.
And yes, I'm happy
tonight, but he shakes.
It does not.
I can and will destroy snow often.
I'm so worried.
Yesterday I was the last article.
They're on the list.
Remember, calm down, you are cool.
Enjoy your house.
I'm writing, mixing,
if you love Birthday Save Time.
So register a merchant, then winter.
There's only one Coffee Coffee Hotel.
When he died, my eyes,
that's the word I see all year.
He said: "This is Spigut."
"We must die. This year was a mistake," he said.
He said: "I'll do this, but why?
What does gold mean?"
Christmas is fun. Love birthday pleasantness.
Visor one year or you!