I cannot get this poem out of my head. It haunts me. Joyously, it haunts me. 

@maxjo

Ozymandias

my nam is King of ancient land and haf my face is under sand

and on a stone it can be read “the World is mine” but now I’m ded

(Sorry everyone who reads this. I couldn’t stop myself.)

Frame this and put it in the Louve. 

@annleckie

Oh-kaaay.

So Bredlik has crossed the streams with classic poetry.

Looks at “Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900” (as beloved of Horace Rumpole) and available from Gutenberg. Inspiration, and lots of it. The Bredlik version of “Ode to a Nightingale” or “The Destruction of Sennacherib”? You just know that someone, somewhere, is going to look at “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” and go “bring it on…”.

My naym is guest

(Am one of three)

Old mariner

He stoppeth me

At feast will be

Gud wines an breds–

“Ther was a shippe,”

Old marner sez

He telth me tale

So ful of whoa

Wen it is dun

I do not goe.

Next morn I hav

A wiser hed.

(I sneak to feast,

Lik crusts of bred.)

I made a bearded dragon stuffed animal anyone wanna see?

behold… my beautiful son

o… oh my go d…

oh my god… !! lick!!! 😭

My name is Liz i hav a beard just like my fren my fren is weird he looks like me we ar both smol i flik my tong i lik the doll

i searched in the notes to find the poem for the reblog. <3

@madrabbitsociety

OMG

I love how this forces you to pronounce the plurals as a separate syllable in “nightes” and “dreames”

@annleckie

Yo so like, through jolly cooperation, Twitter has now produced most of Beowulf in bredlik form.

What a time to be alive.

i’m so happy

I love that “the bredlik” has now become an established poetic form. Twenty years from now, teachers will be making middle school students write bredliks along with haikus and sonnets and such.

this remains my favorite meme

@annleckie in case you have not seen this (I note that I had hearted it already)

Mrs. P wishes me to share her contribution to bredlik.

OK. So. I’m sure I don’t have to explain to any of you what “lik the bred” is.

I was a bit startled, however, the other day to hear PJ reciting it. PJ is 11. She is not on social media. She does not have a tumblr. At least, she is not allowed to have a tumblr.

“How do you know about lik the bred?” I demanded.

She had heard about it from a camp counselor who I am morally certain DOES have a tumblr; also, she says, kids in her middle school are saying it now. So now I have to explain to Mrs. P the origins of “lik the bred.” 

As I observed later, it is a good thing Mrs. P is NOT on tumblr, given her susceptibility to memes. Because now we own a toy cow whose only purpose is to be posed in imaginary bovine bread-licking scenarios. 

I *may* have to explain to the young’uns about Interrupting Cow. Interrupting Cow is a knock knock joke.

PERSON 1: Knock knock.

PERSON 2: Who’s there?

PERSON 1: Interrupting Cow.

PERSON 2: Interrupting cow wh–

PERSON 1: MOOOOOO!!!

Interrupting Cow, it is safe to say, is our family’s favorite knock knock joke. It has even been translated into (our bad) French as La Vache Qui Interrompe. 

Anyway. Today, with much fanfare, Mrs. P recited to us her new contribution to Lik the Bred, which she directed me to share with tumblr, credited to her. So here it is.

BREAD INTERRUPTED by Mrs. Plaidder

My naym is Cow

From Limerik

And when I com

Ur bred to lik

I nocc on dore

U open up

U ask my naym

I interrup.

NIFTY! I hope it's ok to rb this, will take down if not.

Poem: I lik the form

My naym is pome / and lo my form is fix’d Tho peepel say / that structure is a jail I am my best / when formats are not mix’d Wen poits play / subversions often fail

Stik out their toung / to rebel with no cause At ruls and norms / In ignorance they call: My words are free / Defying lit'rate laws To lik the forms / brings ruin on us all

A sonnet I / the noblest lit'rate verse And ruls me bind / to paths that Shakespeare paved Iambic fot / allusions well dispersed On my behind / I stately sit and wave

You think me tame /   Fenced-in and penned / bespelled I bide my time /   I twist the end / like hell

* “lik” should be read as “lick”, not “like”. In general, the initial section on each line should be read sort of phonetically.

Written for World Poetry Day, March 21, 2018. When I had this idea earlier today, I thought it was the worst, most faux hip pretentious idea for a shallow demonstration of empty wordsmithing skill in poetry ever. So I had to try to write it. I mean, how often do you get to fuse the iambic dimeter of bredlik - one of the newest and most exciting verse forms - with the stately iambic pentameter of the classic sonnet?

BREDLIK SONNET