Bradley, Brandon and Butlet
Bike beneath bridges
burn't by being bold.
Bradley, Brandon and Butlet
Banter badly,
By the back of black alley.
Bragging brazenly,
Because they
Bonded with blondes.
Boys believing babes
Be the bane to their pain.
Bastards! Busy blessing brothels.
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Bradley, Brandon and Butlet
Brothers, from another mother
Became blue beneath bland weather.
Bradley; became bored
Before bothering bottles.
Bellowing; for beer in bars
Beating bunks, before basking
Blissfully behind brews.
Brandon; broke bones at random.
Brought, back-handed blows to foes
But believed benevolence binds brothers.
Butlet; brushed blushes aside
Braked busses beside bushes
And busted better then before.
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Bradley, Brandon and Butlet
Breathe by breeding bread.
Bred by bleeding blood
Beware, the banner
Of bad manners.
But be-aware, that these boys
Don't play fair.
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
Anonymous