#I lik the bred

[zhalfirin]

Bredlik Poems; Rosetta Stone Edition - collected and credited by @marvinhere

A compilation of Bredlik translations in different used and dead, existing and constructed languages.

materials used

cover covers - binders board, 1,5 spine stiffener - cardboard covering material - paper backed cotton onlays - paper (detail painted with acrylic paint) and goat leather title - hot stamped with heat activated foil

inner book book body - Munken pure, 100gsm endpapers - satogami (laser printed) endbands - button hole silk

format: ~A7

See some WIP pics here.

[saints-and-poets-maybe]

my name Javert, and wen im strest, or wen valjean i cant arest, and all my thots in hed ar moot - i bend the nee. i lik the boot.

[i-scan-your-poems]

Would you please do a analysis of the famous "lik the bred" poem by reddit user poem_for_your_sprog?

my name is Cow, and wen its nite, or wen the moon is shiyning brite, and all the men haf gon to bed - i stay up late. i lik the bred.

"i lik the bred" is like maybe my favorite internet poem of all time! of course!

full scansion:

◡ – / ◡ – my name / is Cow, ◡ – / ◡ – and wen / its nite, ◡ – / ◡ – or wen / the moon ◡ – / ◡ – is shiy/ning brite, ◡ – / ◡ – and all / the men ◡ – / ◡ – haf gon / to bed- ◡ – / ◡ – i stay / up late. ◡ – / ◡ – i lik / the bred.

metrical form: iambic dimeter rhyme scheme: ABCB other notes: This could also be analyzed as AABB iambic tetrameter, but what I love about it is that after one long sentence, it breaks the syntactic unit in the middle of a couplet to create a surprising ending. Ink has been spilled over whether the non-standard orthography of this poem is intended to evoke archaism (as it is about an event that happened in an 18th-century historical reenactment) or the animal speaker (cf. the orthography of lolcatz memes).

[eri-pl]

my naym is ring and wen im on i help yu hide mayk problems gon i shou yu things that ar ahed i binde yur soul i mess yur head

my naym is silm im genius-mayd i show yu things that ar long fayd and then I mayk everyone die i am so greyt i mayk yu cry

my naym is melk and wen thers feast wen time is rite or im just pist i go and maim finwe and trees i steal the rocks i mess the ryme i do the diss*

my naym is mai ron im perfect i have pet wolfs and i collect monsters and spells i live in bog cant keep an elf get bit by dog

my naym is nom and im so wyse i left my hom in paradyse i met som men i lernd wyrd stuff i likd the wolf that was enuff

my naym is kano i am a bard i mayk sad songs and i cry hard sindar hav gem so i them stab i go to beach and now im crab

my naym is fyre and I nou grif my dad was killd by petty thif i swer an outh of eternal yre i meet balrogs my naym is fire

my naym is mae my dad mayd stuff i talkd with morgoth more than enuff I did bad things i fell to fyre now im in halls i lik threds for vaire

[ineffable-xenanigans]

my name is Crol

and wen its shite

becos my Fell

haz gone bye bye

and all the wine

haz gone as well

i go to sleep

i am in hell

Previous part here

[patchworkpiratebear]

[jaskierx]

my name is yuk

and wen it’s time

to send poor lyse

some spam online

i find her blog

i have a browse

i send dm’s

extreamly aroused

[tissitpoispaita]

my name is rain

and winds that blo

and ripend grain

and glints on sno

do not stand at

my grayv and weep

i am not ther

i do not sleep

my name is birb

in sircled flite

and the soft stars

that shiyn at nite

do not stand at

my grayv and cry

i am not ther

i did not dy

[spacefinch]

My naem is Shel

An in the sea

I go explorr

In the Gup-D

Whene’er I drive

I hav bad luck—

I cannae steer

I crash the Gup

[nubianamy]

[marvinhere]

my name is gonch i don't exist but even still do i persist the apples gay the fur is white the clock runs out for gonch tonight

[poetical-irony]

my naem is cat

dis is my skwad

the motorbikes

made to be pawd

my helmit big

not fit my hed

so we just hang

out here insted

[queen-mabs-revenge]

leave one piece of pita bread on the table for a second and suddenly *rasp rasp rasp*

[parody-bit]

Some cows are black,

While others are red,

But the thing that’s important

Is they'll lik the bred

[ithrysslurks]

The Fall of Gil-Galad: Bredlik version

his name was Gil and he was king, of him the har- pers sadly sing; his names mean 'prinse' and 'shiyning star' — but non know hu his parents ar.

hes Fingons son, haf many guessed, its sung in songs brot to the West, but theres much douwt he had a wiyfe, for Maedhros was his fren for liyfe.

the third age har- pers sing this some — from Orodreth he could haf come, but Gil was grayte, this elf, less sharp — of him the sing- ers rarely harp.

could Finrod fair haf been his dad? of this the har- pers think real sad, for Finrod lovd Amarië — and bak in Val- inor she stayd.

of Fëanor, some grasp for hints, or Sindarin: a long-lost prinse? a random elf got hipnotiyzed? or Findui- las, in disguiyse?

they call him Gil — Ereinion, ruld Lindon once, but now its gon; of sord, and lance, the harpers piyne, on shield and helm the stars did shiyne.

'but now hes ded!' cry harpers sad, not even El- rond knows Gils dad; unfinished til the Dagorath — the anchient tale of Gil-Galad.

[patchworkpiratebear]

Hi all! It's time for some another batch of "I Lik The Bred" poems...