Blythe

Blimey Blythe.
Blarney Bern.
Bernie's Barnyard.
Blowing brine.
Baring barnacles.
Bumming brooms.
Banging bongos.
So it goes.
As the days go by.
The days stop somewhere.
Here or in that time.
Because before the bars,
The brave beggars bereft,
Bemused, befreiended.
I bought her.
She bough it.
Blythe, yes, Blythe