Hello? How are you? Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy. I am still bonding with my new power wheelchair. The bumpy, uneven sidewalks in my neighborhood don't help me learn how to control it very well. (Hmm, must have a word with the city about that.) But I have paused my practice runs long enough to bring you more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, scramble the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song is Joan Jett's No. 1 hit "I Love Rock 'N' Roll" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Like Singing A Baby (It Hurts!)
I saw him dance with the record machine.
I was 17; I knew that.
It is still a strong favorite
to win and play a song.
It is well, I can say,
but it is no longer up.
I can say that will not be long
until he and me, ah,
I . . .
I was up last.
The role of rock and development
was adopted by the music I would like to sing.
I love rock rollin'.
my time and dance.
Until I called and woke up his name, he smiled.
"It's nothing," he said, "because of all his."
He said, "I have a home, where you can separate it!"
The second is to impress me; yes, I do.
I moved! Yes, yes!
And me? I rock and role,
final nail in music,
like singing a baby.
I love rock "N" volumes.
I took your time and dance.