Hello! And how are you lovely bloggity people today? Doing great, I hope. You are just in time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, randomize the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week it's George Ezra's song "Budapest" (watch video here). Enjoy.
My One Hectare
Cloth us, wear a Cummins.
We caught our loaned Kia, came a mountain sparrow.
Imbedded knight cosplay horse, standing tall on a steel harp fury.
Spoke metabolism, Castillo.
However,
optional raw screen small time,
Empress porcelain coat protection.
My one hectare,
US 26 ran it.
Theism? Hard.
Stop, sound; stop.
Free with our high interested, supply our forever-forever.
And this matters; fixes proposed this constant communion end.
Last salvation,
salvation free of loss.
Monument work of memoirs, my most favored students, and receipt of tiles.
The list is endless.
Natural after the Kingdom of Adonai, and only editorial,
suitable for the exhibition.
Family trouble,
with kind ratio supply other.
This make Other 26 come in fear,
expressed westward while East and other
another completed it
above.
However,
for ar least an hour, so in the same way.
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