pahavit (pahavit) wrote,

Babelfishing Poetry: "I Am The Ship's Wooden Leg"

Babelfishing Poetry: "I Am The Ship's Wooden Leg"

Oh hai!  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, polar vorticies, landslides, gaping potholes, pandemics, solar flares?  I hope not, I really do.  Because that would be a pity, it really would.  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, goof around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week it's American celtic-punk band Dropkick Murphys, "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 

I Am The Ship's Wooden Leg

Polythene glycol soldier,
and I am a lost leg
when the sails were cast on top of the rise.
Leg, I am lost!

I am the ship; his Boston gave birth to the whoa.
I was born in Boston; his ship is hot.
I gave birth to his Boston ships, and
I am the ship's wooden leg.

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