krabbydon: actorwriterstrangler: wellamarke: actorwriterstrangler: wellamarke: actorwriterstrangler:
krabbydon: actorwriterstrangler: wellamarke: actorwriterstrangler: wellamarke: actorwriterstrangler: wellamarke: the first complaynts are coming in: jess thinks my rimes are but a sin. she canot see the meme’s apeel. the bredlik love she does not feel. why are you like this the way i am i will admitte makes little sence:i am a twitte.but who is werce-the crazy gal or she who kepes her as a pal? why must you i must becos this simpel memeis now my lyf,my waking dreme. if i should tryto speke in prose the cow appears: he liks my nose. are you kidding me Here we see an astonishing departure from the bredlik, veering into more general doggerel, and yet it is recognisably a bredlik sequence, because art consists of form and content with meaning in context and the context could not be more clear. Also, it can be read as a grand expansion of the form - which is after all a form of punchline humour - with a much tighter final poem circling right back to the original. -- source link