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.
