Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy -- and still coronavirus-free. Still washing your hands and not touching your face? Good! Still wearing a mask and observing social distancing? Well done! And now we can move on to more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tart the punctuation up a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song is Chuck Berry's classic "No Particular Place To Go" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Gisparixxix Is A Shoe Protector
He bought my car rope,
my baby son.
The dog was arrested.
My place is a desert.
Pain and radio.
There's no destination.
Rhine car is the gallows-maker.
I can't wait for the four rowers.
Slow down, Soidtle.
This makes me think of this box.
You need to drive slowly and leave separately,
to no avail.
There's no point.
As a result, cocoa grew.
He was a young man and a gold medalist.
As a result, everyone decided to meet with us.
Can you imagine what I heard?
We can take security!
I'm going to the club;
try to mark the scene.
When you go home to the summer house, there is no connection.
Gisparixxix is a shoe protector.
Pain collection machine.