This was hilarious.

This is what I put in.
Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.

How it ended up:
If the light to arrest the first paper, arrested the first system to
ignite in the paper, the first one arrested them of paper with the
movement, that I v tonight, the demands the example of the desire that
could, having this desire, that I demand tonight.
 

I took one of my favorite lines from T.S. Eliot.

The corpse you planted last year in your garden, has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?


And I got... something pretty interesting :P

Corpse, who you settled down the year had slipped in your garden, you
had begun to exert it pressure on? Transformate you inside in this
year of the flower?

I guess I'm talking to the corpse itself now. :)

~*Heather
 

Haha! I took a stanza from my favorite poem by me and got a funny response.

Original English Text:
And the oceans strangle from battle won oil, trees sip at the dessert cracked soil, and my veins they boil, for it's all so we can make packages of foil of reds and greens and heart shaped pinks as children abroad slave and toil for those who continue to name themselves royal.

Translated to Japanese:
そして海洋は戦いによって勝たれるオイルから締めつける、木は沸かす、なぜならit___s すべて従って私達は赤のホイルのと同時に高貴な彼ら自身を指名し続けるそれらのための子供の外国にスレーブそして苦労パッケージをおよび緑および中心によって形づけられるピンク作ることができる私の静脈及びデザートによって割られる土で、すする。

Translated back to English:
And it tightens the ocean from the oil which wins by fight, in the
foreign country of the child for those which boil the tree, because
it's entirely, therefore as for us continue to dispatch of the foil
of red noble them themselves simultaneously the pink which the slave
and the hardship package and with green and the center shape with the
earth which is divided is attached by my vein and the dessert which
can make, it slurps.

LMAO!! :)
 

Somehow, you've managed to keep your title as the Master Last Liner even when it's lost in translation. I mean, "the center shape with the earth which is divided is attached by my vein and the dessert which can make, it slurps," how much better can it get?! It's interesting how it stays poetic. Makes me smile. :)

~*Heather