Joke: I Can Owe You the Casbah (for NaPoWriMo, Day 16)

Your pot of soup, Minute Turkey Pimento,
sullies my oily medicine. Croon a tune of
valor, minus crooning on Jericho.
(Joke’s on me, my Rasta Mullasta.)
My hanky seeks any low vista, linty. I am
a hoyden, your pet teen; just cure it, this
sanest hurt I feel. My oily hair. I am your
automaton, your Conestoga wagon.
Tick it off. Have a view. Is it that I owe you
New Orleans? I lay my cone, Two Oaks Sue.
Joke: I can owe you Japan, sure can walk
you there. But our house? Cooking?
Melting? Joke: I can owe you the casbah.
My hanky seeks a pillow’s view.

 

NaPoWriMo, Day 16 prompt: Write a poem that attempts to phonetically translate another poem that is written in a language you don’t understand.Here is the poem I used. It’s in Finnish, and it’s by Olli Heikkonen. I’ll post a link at Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. Check that out, if you haven’t already! It’s a big sharefest that happens every Tuesday p.m.

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8 thoughts on “Joke: I Can Owe You the Casbah (for NaPoWriMo, Day 16)

  1. This is hilarious! I love the images of oiliness and debt (what with the multiple “owe”). My favorite line is “My hanky seeks any low vista, linty.” And the questions at the end are wonderful: “Is it that I owe you / New Orleans?”

    I think it’s also possible to read this as a convoluted come-on. I wonder if a response poem is warranted?

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