Klingon Poetry

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.


There is always a small cat.
It is, and they call the blind man, ran, and  be happy.
But then the wolves.


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.


there are those

who Help

the company to them,

one merit in the oh

path from the stray.


Klingon Poetry

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