Billy Bob's Brew

It’s been 40 days and 40 nights. My beer is all gone, this really bites. The tipping point has passed its mark. I’m sneaking out right after dark. The moon is out and shows my path. No more wine and bubble baths. Old Billy Bob’s shed is almost in view. It’s time to sample his bitter brew. An underground tavern way out in the woods. Home-made beer now understood. A roll for loo you best have got. Billy’s beer will make you squat. This secret brew spreads far and wide. With no regard for one’s backside. The family genius tries brewing beer. Down the hatch and out the rear.