Hello all! So nice to see you. Come in and have a look around -- the kettle is on, make yourself a cup of tea or coffee and make yourself comfortable. 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, adjust the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week it's Hank Williams' "Move It On Over" (listen to Hank sing the song here, or listen to George Thorgood's cover version here.) Enjoy.
Come, Bleach-Like Dog
At 10:00 at night,
this child will not play.
Come on, it will be avoided.
The dog bounces because the big dog barks.
The lock went to the front door.
More importantly, the door is closed.
Scooter drives this way.
Run a fluffy dog because the dog went there.
Once warns twice,
but they did not hear the directions.
Shake it, too.
Reduce your dog because of long dogs and traps.
Remember that she cries in front of a child.
How are you doing with me on this page?
Primary warning next.
Come, bleach-like dog, there's a reason dogs go there.