The Burp of Fear

We had a picnic in May

It was a beautiful day

But he let out a burp

So I called him a twerp

And that he should turn away

'I'm sorry,' he shamefully said

He cowered, and bowed his head

'It was the beer

I'm allergic, I fear

I think I should go to bed'

I suddenly got mad and saw red

So I slapped his stupid fat head

He packed up his stuff

And went off in a huff

I assumed he was going to bed

I shouted that he had to come back

But he thought he would get a whack

He may have been right

But he ran out of sight

I'll be sure to give him that smack

The moral of the story is clear

Don't eat and have a beer

You will get in a fight

And burp through the night

Then you'll have a life to fear