Be-wildered to be in Beaver barracks and Bengal’s beaches,
Ben brought a buggy with a bunch of bridled boars for a
brief-ride. Broad beckon to follow and brisk breeze to
breath. Before boarding, Ben buckled his boots and blew
bugle and be gone. In Beaver barracks, Ben bunked in big
bed. Before became noon, Ben borrowed a brown boat with
built-in bulkheads. “Bye bye, be by breakfast” Ben
blurred. While bumping blue, the burly man, bashed big-mouth
basses for brigade by blasting brown bow. “Big bounty”
Ben beamed. Back in the beach, Ben brought up binoculars and
blared “Beautiful blondie!” Ben boldly brushed his brown
hair and began to be bound bare-feet for the blonde basking
beside blossom basil. Before blonde Ben began behaving badly
“Beauty, baby, ban bra!” he blared. “Boo, back off
bastard!” blasted blonde “Bad-behaving brute!”  
“But…” Ben began blurting, but blonde broke “Boor,
be gone or be bitten till you bleed!” Ben backed off. The
blonde, Baleen, born in Brazil began browsing through beige
book. She booked breakfast and had barbeque with her
boyfriend, Ben.  They boosted bass in brigantine, brought
blankets and built bon-fire. Baldy boss’ Ben was brawled
down by big brown bear. Bass burst the beat, Baleen and Ben
bounced “Bravo biss!” Briefly, beans became boiling and
bread baking. Ben’s brother bleached the bench beside
Bowler Alley and bought beef for barbeque. Baleen banged a
big bell “Bliss!” Bright morning in the bay with
brightly beaming Ben and his bride Baleen. Old bridges are
burning, new bridges are building. Buddies – be blessed!