Babbling brooks banked by birches beckon boys, birds, bears, bucks, beavers, bookworms, buffoons:
Boy’s bathing bodies boldly burst bare bones braving bedrock beatings.
Bird’s bedraggled bellies become bloated by baptizing bubbles.
Bristling branches buckle betwixt brazen brown bears, between big bodacious bucks.
Beavers busily build broken branches, barricading belching bubbles.
Bookworms become bemused beyond bounding books.
Beauty beware, bountiful blessings broadcasted become bulldozed by babbling buffoons.
About the Creator
Bonnie Webb
Since the age of twelve I always knew that I would write, and I wrote; but then as I became a little older I felt I needed more life experience, so I quit writing. I've now gathered the life experience and here I am, writing once again.
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