Three Bredlik Poems by Himring
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Three Bredlik Poems
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my name is orc,
and wen its nite
and wen the moon
shiyns not to brite,
and elves and Men
haf gon to bed -
i stay up late.
i don’t laik bred.
my name is Mel,
and wen its nite,
and Varda’s stars
ar shiyning brite,
and Thingol king
hes gon to bed -
i stay up late.
i bak the bred.
my name is Til,
and wen its nite
and wen the moon
is shiyning brite,
and Arien
hes gon to bed -
i sail the sky
in Arien’s stead.
Sheer Brilliance!
All three of these made me grin like a fool. Well done!
Thank you! You're too kind…
Thank you! You're too kind to me!
Fantastic!
Love these!
Made me giggle the entire time while reading them ?
Thank you very much …
Thank you very much (belatedly)!
Glad you enjoyed these!
These are great! The orc's…
These are great! The orc's last line is particularly funny.
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed…
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed the orc's dislike of bread!
I suppose it's entirely…
I suppose it's entirely appropriate that Tilion doesn't mention bread, but I'm amused that the other two did!
I might have made Tilion…
I might have made Tilion mention bread as well, if I had come up with a reason for him to do so!