Breaktime, I'll write something for you
Breakfast or lunch, I think of you
Birds outside the window, chirp at me
Birds of the same feather, follow me
Be it short or long, poem I write you
Braided or craze, your hair, I describe you
Below or over my head I scribble for you
Beaten or scrambled egg, I'll fry for you
Better late than never
Bread or butter I will serve you ever
Brevity in my poems I pen so tender
Bending or standing, I'll never surrender
Bright or dim lights will aid my bleary eyes
Blunder or sentimental, my heart for you never die
