#bredlik

and wen theres crime

or wen I am

sent bak in tiem

where men in powr

harm, kill and rob

i uphold the law

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.

Transcript:

Dean Smith: Report From The Front

Imagine working at the Post Office and receiving this message from one of your pilots:

Dead sticked

Flying low

Only place available

On cow

Killed cow

Wrecked plane

Scared me

Smith

(followed by an image of Smith, a dark-haired man with heavy brows and a thick mustache.)

Mi nayme is Deen

And wen I fly

Mi styck gone ded

I do aspy

A playce to land

Unhappey now

I land, I'm scaird

I kill a cow.

and wen it's nyte,

a dozing man

I giev a fryte.

His weary mynde

evokes Lenore,

I play a trick,

His haus with chintz

A home where gilt

Accoutre glintz

But truthe comes out

Behynd closed doore

I keepe it real

Bredlik is a fun little poetry style that was mostly popular 5+ years ago. They are mostly about animals, but can be able anything at all. The main rule is that the poem needs to follow a specific syllable count and rhyme scheme.

It's written in iambic dimeter, meaning that each line has only 4 syllables and the 2nd and 4th are the stressed (emphasized) ones.

It should have 8 lines and the rhyme should be xAxAxBxB. In other words, the 2nd and 4th line need to rhyme and the 6th and 8th as well. The final line usually stands out as something of a punchline.

Bredlike poems should also be written in the first person and most are intentionally misspelled in a fake-middle english style. I, personally, find that the misspelling often gets over-done to the point of being difficult to read fluidly.