Yeah… I’m told it’s pronounced “bir a thod-dayed”. Now that we have that out of the way… I need to confess. I left this until way too late in the day and the day really seems to have kicked my backside. I picked this form because it was six lines (and I could do six lines). I then discovered that when you have to come up with several words that all basically rhyme, six lines can be a bit of a challenge…
As it is, I crafted a “poem like thing” and it fits the most minimal description of the form. I probably owe Wales and all Welsh poets an apology, so I offer it now.
Here’s what I came up with:
Daily Dissent
December, my month of writing verse.
Sometimes it’s better other times worse.
Regular endings come across terse,
several forced rhymes are interspersed.
Hey! It’s amusing never the less...
yet it's ever a challenging curse.
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Cheers!
I was feeling a little bad for you last night but after reading yesterday’s poem, I don’t. If you’re going to leave your poor characters wallowing in sorrow like that…
I let her wallow in a bookstore… I thought that was a kindness… 🤷🏻♂️