Babelfishing Poetry: "A Foul And Pestilent Serve"

Babelfishing Poetry: "A Foul And Pestilent Serve"


Hello! Lovely to see you, and woo-hoo, it's Friday already.  Hooray!  Let's kick off the weekend with some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, poke and prod the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week it's Ray Charles' 1961 No. 1 hit "Hit The Road Jack" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 


A Foul And Pestilent Serve

Serve as a foul and pestilent serve.
I'll go to Kahless and my heirs, and I will go to Kahless.

Do you believe this?
I have seen that block.
I don't think you are talking about me.
I have to do it;
duty.

Ah, thou art his head: Don't touch me.
I'm sad to understand the monitor.

And it won't be untrue.  It will not be untrue;
you are eating.

Well, fare you well, sir.
I have to do it;
duty.

Be quiet!  Don't speak!
Huh?

You don't understand;
I am ready to serve.
Reynaldo Elias,
what is your will?
Don't attack him.
Nothing. I see nothing.


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