Hello! Lovely to see you, thank you for stopping by, and woo-hoo, it's Friday already. Hooray! Let's kick off the weekend with some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's Babelfished song is Jimmy Cliff's "I Can See Clearly Now" (listen to Cliff's version of the song here, or listen to Johnny Nash's original version here, or listen to Petula Clark sing it here, or listen to punk-rockers Screeching Weasel perform it here). Enjoy.
This Rain Tiptoes
Like it? Our Thompson's is
rain ownership, and only people with disabilities.
No more blind form in the dark.
He's a bright light,
the sunny clearing.
Oh, yes, I have seen the anguish to come.
Consulting loss, sense trivializing
from rainbow to the spirit.
Other light is a light.
However, in heaven and Earth or around the green blinds,
what I never do is forward the whole heaven and Earth green and his story.
This rain tiptoes, and private,
only into the barrier,
blindly above dark, o Muhammad.
He has a bright light,