Babelfishing Poetry: "Bowls Of Phosphorous"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Bowls Of Phosphorous"


Hello, how are you?  How was your week?  Good, I hope, and if you've been in a heatwave, I hope things are cooling off for you extremely soon.  Let's now enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, get silly with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song, from The Hooters, is "And We Danced" (listen to song here).  Enjoy.


Bowls Of Phosphorous

Night time training during ratio, knighted professional, we.
Child theism, hard.

Johnny vacuum tight.
I can do better.

He said he had nothing to say
and is scheduled to start a new beginning.

Second Federal bebop newborn baby.
Powder brush motion, we.

Most I see between another, laughing.
Group conditionally available.

Keep good, o Muhammad, this morning.
Adjust nut; new start.

Free limited time united daily union,
they disfigure this next sailing.

The dissemination of the liquid in the yin
is closed.

What is dare?
Other low language, my surname and bunch sector from turning.

Bowls of phosphorous,
an ocean of sea waves, fanciful.

Hee, our 26 jump dance of opportunity.
And I execute!  I execute and execute!


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