Ode to the letter B

By Casey Knox

Being boggled by the bewildering burden of being boisterously beside oneself about buckling down and blogging. I bopped on down to the bar, bothered the barmaid for a beer and began beating my brain. As I began to imbibe the bitter beverage my blurry brain work begat a brainstorm of booming breadth about the letter B. Bent on building a bit I began bursting babble, but before I was labeled bonkers for my batty banter, I brushed aside the bonus beliefs and bottled up my blubbering blab.

To be brief...B is bubbly, bulbous, and bestially bowed. Bye bye.