Hello! And how are you today? Good? Yes? No? In-between? Rather not say? Keeping it a secret? It's a mystery? Being coy about it? Can't decide? Have to think about it a little longer? None of the above? Regardless, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, mix the punctuation up a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, from the wildly popular film The Princess Bride, is Willy DeVille's soulful ballad "Storybook Love" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Just Like Medicine
I come to talk to Darling,
a male and no-no's beloved women with a love story.
I love it so much,
for all his charm.
This made me cry, since
moo very complex disarray.
Although he left the Earth cult,
I said to her eyes, "She fixed it."
The power of love is more darkness.
You can keep Prince Paul.
Decorative heart tissue and steal your customer.
Stomach, but only to sleep.
He said: "The first way we strongly recommend.
Decorations and clothes in the bottom of my heart."
He said: "I don't know love story.
It is always a normal ending?"
And then went down, just like medicine,
approach native-born Westerners.
My love is like a late singing idol,
but I feel legitimate disciplinary action.