I have created some statements in English, put them through a translator to Klingon, then back to English. It makes a type of poetry. I’m pretty pleased with this.
Cat
There is always a small cat.
It is, and they call the blind man, ran, and be happy.
But then the wolves.
Drink
I am drunk
I am we leave Dies
I am wake up face
Touched today.
Lady stay, and
When he was come out of the exit
Instead of dearest friends Nap.
I regret nothing.
The affliction is the
Apparent in the eyes.
Merit
there are those
who Help
the company to them,
one merit in the oh
path from the stray.
Moylen Green - writings 