Translating E.E. Cummings (a parody)

A word on this... this is a silly parody of E.E. Cummings' anyone lived in a pretty how town, so you might read that first. Even then, you might not like it... I'm basically poking fun of the seeming pointlessness and senselessness of his poem (and he, no doubt, was probably poking fun of something by writing it originally).

Translating E. E. Cummings By Mark Burton, on this day of Monday, April 18, 2005, beginning at 5:15 A.M. How anyone lived in a pretty town (with so many bells floating upside-down) spring through winter, in a prance He didn’t sing, he did his dance. Little Women and men (who were small too) Didn’t care for anyone, too They sewed their knot, the same reaped soon No sun, no rain, no stars, no moon Children guest (is plurally wrong But down you’ll forget as we grew along A tum went “Ersp!” ring some more) And no one loved him less by more By now, when the tree ‘s in leaf His joy she cried, she laughed his grief Still bird by the stirring snow One was all to her anyone Everyone married someone there Laughed though crying and did their dance (then and hope wake sleep) they never said they slept their dream ‘S Tarzan ray ‘n moo ‘n (and only this now can begin to explain how apt children are to remember forgetting with so many bells floating upside-down) I, anyone’s guest, died one day (to kiss his face, no one stooped and) busybodies buried them side by side little; and was by was very little? By all deep and by all deep And moor to moor they dream their sleep By Earth and April, anyone know? One Wish buys spirit, and if, buys yes. Women’s dong and men’s both ding Summered autumn and withered spring Ripped their sewing and came – there went Son, moon stars sent.