Bilious Bill was a flatulent dude
He’d let out a belch after each piece of food
Be it cheese or pickle or lamb on the rack
He’d fire out a broadside
Without holding back
In public he’d shock the people around
With the cavernous echo of his windy sound
He’d scare the small children and dogs in the park
As he sent forth his gale
With a guttural bark
When he went shopping in one of the malls
He’d grab a light snack and release a great squall
He’d rattle the windows and set off alarms
With a crack of his palette
He’d shatter the calm
In cathedrals or churches or places of quiet
His filthy eructions would cause a great riot
In libraries his discharge provoked a grand fuss
As he let fly a noise
Like an old blunderbuss
Pretty soon Bill was welcome nowhere
So long as he failed to control his foul air
He stayed in his house sad and alone
Parping out tunes
On his gassy trombone
One miserable day when taking a stroll
Bill saw a fire that was out of control
Quick as a flash he ingested a pie
And with mighty command
He let a burp fly
The firemen took cover as Hurricane Bill
Smothered the flames with a belch that could kill
Now he’s a hero of worldwide renown
A flatulent idol
That saved half the town
