Once again, here's more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature, chosen at random, is Shirley Temple's signature song, "On the Good Ship Lollipop" (listen to Temple's version here, or listen to novelty singer Tiny Tim warble his way through the song here, or listen to singer Margaret Whiting's swingin' version here, or listen to one-armed jazz trumpeter Wingy Manone's version here, or listen to a punked-up version, with a couple of F-bombs, by Bazza Bingo here). Enjoy.
Where Is The Taxi When The Black Fleet Season Has Begun?
Madam, with exclamation,
I like music and sports.
I was worried.
It's a full-scale project.
I am now in confession.
Then there's a murderer and a belt.
And what will you do?
Do you have ant friends?
The drifting wooden pillars were beautiful.
It's also good to go to a candied fruit shop
on the warm beaches of the Gulf Stock Exchange.
Where is the taxi when the Black Fleet season has begun?
Lemon is absent.
The Klingon factory will be added.
What about the future?
Since then, the enjoyment of chocolate has come.
This is an easy situation for other people.
Bad nut cake.
Virtue must be essential
when you defend your virtue with your honor.
The wooden pillars were beautiful,
the day-scare we've been waiting for.
We came here.
A cookie-like cookie-like wooden boat.