Babelfishing Poetry: "Stick Stick Stick Stick Sugar Stick Sticks Sugar Sugar Stick Sticks Sugar Sugar Fruit"
Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy. I myself am one but not the other of the two (you can guess which.) But I am looking forward to the weekend, and to get us there quicker, here's more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tinker with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week we Babelfish The Chordettes' 1958 #2 hit, "
Lollipop" (listen to song
here; hypoglycemic yet?). Enjoy.
Stick Stick Stick Stick Sugar Stick Sticks Sugar Sugar Stick Sticks Sugar Sugar Fruit
Stick sticks sugar sugar fruit.
Make deals like a stick stick stick stick sugar stick sticks sugar.
Stick sticks sugar sugar fruit.
Make deals like a stick stick stick stick sugar stick sticks sugar
stick sticks sugar. Excitation.
My one personal man, sexy, stick sticks sugar, editorial.
I don't know why,
and sweeter than an apple tart.
But a spectacular dance was too weak
sitting by the overthrow of the Government.
My fruit stick sticks, sugar.
Our sweet honey sugar/fruit ratio
tells, and could peaches or
spark of our 26 have not comparison of fossils.
But the cookies?
Boasting goes cute!
I don't know why.
Like a ligtning from the heavens and the Earth and the Institute of Management,
Vivut gave him a kiss.
You cannot show me the whole story.
Pay attention, I am a mature sucker!
Cookies, cakes, invitations,
make deals like a stick stick stick stick sugar stick sticks sugar
stick sticks sugar sugar fruit.
Make deals like a stick stick stick stick sugar stick sticks sugar
stick sticks sugar.
Excitation.
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