Hello? How are you? Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy. All week I have been not-so-dandily coping with a lot of noise from the demolition of an abandoned storage facility right outside my window, giving me a ringside seat for the action. Construction hours begin before I wake up, so I got myself a set of earplugs for the duration. While I enjoy the (relative) silence, let's enjoy some 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 we listen to the old vaudeville and music hall song "Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay" (see the alternate schoolkid version here; listen to the Robert De Cormier Singers and Ensemble perform the song here, or listen to a Wurlitzer carousel organ playing the song here, or listen to Gene Krupa and his orchestra's swingin' arrangement here, or listen to a sprightly rendition on recorder here). Enjoy.
Matt's Dull Rusty Idols
The second night, a nice girl,
the Inflammation Association Queen.
His new favorite containers.
I heard Q.T. is hard.
I'm too old for me, too.
Something bold yet timid,
like you want to save it.
I would say we want to practice.
RA indicates that hotel, which Zhuang!
Ra Consulate thrive, and the device!
Ra Consulate to flourish, and the device!
RA Consulate thriving device!
RA fan, consular office!
Ra Japanese shipbuilding industry cooperation affairs reserved!
RA Consulate to thrive, and equipment!
And RA de Ta thrive!
Fine D la boom, our US Consulate.
No class today.
Denmark, from Matt's dull rusty idols!
Only the Gulf State will throw us.
They come, the fear of bixha'dibah!
Then I could stop him
to ferment cabbage, man-smell!