Oh hi! I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? No civil uprisings, 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 dreadful, it really would. Assuming all is fine and well in your neck of the woods, I hope you're in the mood for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week it's Jerry Lee Lewis' rollicking 1957 hit "Great Balls Of Fire" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
I'll trust my feet, and I have seen my feet.
I love the love with the love of love.
The lovely love, the love, the love is great.
Take this off, it's easy to remove.
I saw what he loves.
But surely you cannot tell.
For my love, for my love, I will not lie in love.
Peel it off, it's DOS-DOS easy.
Do something, please.
Talk to me of your discordant.
Are you feeling in love with Anata?
There is no reason to say it.
Piss off! Ceramic pot! Ceramic pot! Ceramic pot! Nee! Nee! Nee!
I will suffer from division.
It's a good time, and it's a good thing.
The child is angry with me.
It was an amazing fireball.