Beaten and bruised by bandits, a businessman brokenly bled beside

the byway.

Before long, a busy bishop buzzed by, but because he was busy he
bemusedly batted on to bolster his bishop business.

Briefly thereafter, he was followed by a brawny bovine butcher

bearing bags of beef bones from a bungled butchery, but he brooded
because he believed his barrow would break before he could bear
his burden to his barn hard by the bazaar, so he forbore to be
beneficial.

But a bizarrely brave backwoods brother befriended the abused,

bound his bruises, and bore his broken body on his beast of burden
to the blessed abode of the bed and breakfast bloke.

He bade the barman at the B & B. “Bathe the blood off his body,
bind him against better bleeding, bolster him with Bacchus juice,
and I will bear the burden of his board and bandages.”

Beware the bounds of brotherhood bound about by business needs,

and seek the better-hearted breast that beats to brotherly bond and
obligation, and by that brings benefit without bribery or kick back.

The bottom line brings blessings of brotherhood even when bereft of

blood relationship.

Whether of these varied bunch of blades was the better boy?