Because Becky's behind bounced by,
boys behaved badly!
Blatantly breaking Becky's boundaries.
Bamboozled by Becky's buns boisterous boys brazenly bellowed,
"Bouncing buns! Bouncing buns! Best bouncing buns Becky!"
Belittled by bellows, Becky bawled.
Best believe,
Becky's betrothed bestowed,
blackout boxer blows!
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Sunlight danced softly across the frost-crusted fields, making the little blades of grass sparkle like emeralds. The faraway chirrup of a songbird was the only disruption to the quiet of the morning. An icy chill, the last vestige of the dying winter, clung to the air, settling in a thick white mist at the far side of the open field. The heavy stench of decay hung in that mist, punctuation by the sharp tang of freshly spilled blood.
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This is lovely. Bet Becky blew kisses to her beau.