I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? No tornadoes, floods, unexpected sinkholes, avalanches, mudslides, blizzards, hailstorms, lightning strikes, hurricanes, earthquakes, wildfires, tsunamis, volcanoes, sandstorms, alien abductions, toxic spills, transit strikes, computer crashes? I hope not, I really do. Because that would be grievous, that really would, yes indeed. So anyway, now 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, rearrange the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week it's internetainers Rhett & Link's novelty song "Rub Some Bacon On It" (watch video and read lyrics (click Show More) here.) Enjoy.
This Is The Night Pig
What is 911 recovery work?
Suddenly my fingers touch the rib,
sleeping.
Green color divisions.
Bacon is the King.
This is the night pig.
That's bacon, used by BERNARDO.
What is it?
One goes ahead.
The pistol is only hoon meat.
That's all of us.
What happens if I live in my own territory?
Or would you like to see the roots or vivut?
Heavy tact, something important.
The photo is sent by my birds.
Use it in a vellum spring.
Betty's Maserati closed.
It's my fight.
After that,
finally smuggling friends.
I am inexperienced in the east.
Peace is quiet.
Those who hurt them are taught.
I have more oxygen.
Acid bismuth.
Mr. Teman-san, please go ahead.
Smoked meat is used.
This electronic version of the Hotel Bond, what is WRONG?
Eat fish?
A pinch of shadow.
The revelation begins to linger.
He is slow and private, and the thinks about it.
Rectification waking wold boar.
Hoon meat used.
Kink broom.
I do!
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