Parakeets and decimals, Delores, don’t belong on the same page.
These are precise algorithms, pay attention. Subway: Eat Fresh.
The mud is for leaves and branches. Don’t want them? More for us.
This is an ultimatum: Eagles fly west of the terror divided.
It’s a massacre only to a point. Beyond that, egg nog and a samba.
The algorithm is semi hot, a nose key at Pennsylvania University.
Okay, this is ass backward, Delores. Put the corn on separate pages.
NaPoWriMo Day 13. The NaPoWriMo prompt was to take a poem written in a language you don’t know and translate it based on the way the words sound without any care for what they actually mean in the original. Therefore, “Para que pudéssemo” became “Parakeets and decimals” and so on, with changes to tie the nonsense together. My apologies to Lêdo Ivo of Brazil, who wrote a beautiful piece. You can see the original and the translation here.
Please visit this list of my poet friends who are also doing the poem-a-day challenge. They are worth the look. I’m inspired by them daily Contact me if you want to be added to the list.
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