Babelfishing Poetry: "I Had A Ceremony"
Babelfishing Poetry: "I Had A Ceremony"
It's Friday! It seems like a minute ago it was Tuesday. How on Earth did that happen? It hardly seems possible, does it? Anyway, Friday it is, and that means more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, scramble the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, chosen at random, is Barry Manilow's "I Am Your Child" (listen to song here -- and try not to get misty-eyed). Enjoy.
I Had A Ceremony
She sees two children, 26.
Free, discuss nursing, our . . . our non-society.
I am learning from members of the University's representative.
Free. Discuss: we make kind you teach others.
It's children.
Trouble with opportunity.
Come, come; we supply.
We come break of pulp, earning great rates, reach clear heaven.
My Professor says, "WA!"
We make friendly question.
Chance,
it is the children.
My Professor says, "WA!"
Suspicious?
Meeting desk.
I had a ceremony.
.
It's Friday! It seems like a minute ago it was Tuesday. How on Earth did that happen? It hardly seems possible, does it? Anyway, Friday it is, and that means more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, scramble the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, chosen at random, is Barry Manilow's "I Am Your Child" (listen to song here -- and try not to get misty-eyed). Enjoy.
I Had A Ceremony
She sees two children, 26.
Free, discuss nursing, our . . . our non-society.
I am learning from members of the University's representative.
Free. Discuss: we make kind you teach others.
It's children.
Trouble with opportunity.
Come, come; we supply.
We come break of pulp, earning great rates, reach clear heaven.
My Professor says, "WA!"
We make friendly question.
Chance,
it is the children.
My Professor says, "WA!"
Suspicious?
Meeting desk.
I had a ceremony.
.