The bredlik is a wonderful poetic form, with a formal structure much like that of a double dactyl.
Here are some.
My name is cat
And when I see
The humans haf
Abandon me
To go and snor
In slepinge place
I clime up ther
I lik ther face.
—Kit La Touche
My name is bred
And wen I rise
I push my crust
Up to the skyes
I sit on shelf
And wait to see
Could I be toste?
Then cow liks me.
—Kit La Touche
My nam is lady
of shalot
And wen i leve
for camerlot
my weveng brake!
my miror crak!
i flote down river
on my bak
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