Old Angry Bill
August 24, 2009
 Written by: Rose Marie Rideout

We knew that he was angry,
But what have we done so wrong,
We stayed within our safe home,
Where we knew we did belong.
We weren’t going to say a word,
To set him off again,
He seemed he wasn’t going to calm
In a rage he would remain.

He tried to take our Hot Tub
Thank God for His helping hand,
For Bill just could not budge it
In the bricks the bolts were jammed.
Then he raised his voice again
We heard something loud in the back,
We swear we felt the house move
We heard the sound of a crack.

We ran to see what Bill had done
He was angrier then before you see,
We thought we were safer to hide away,
So inside we thought that we should be.
Old Bill must have gotten tired,
Or wandered onto another town
Because it was only hours later,
He was no where to be found.

Oh yes he left his handprints,
And a footstep here and there,
He did a lot of damage,
Then left without a care.
We don’t know what made him angry,
For he never told us what was wrong,
We’re just thankful we are ok,
And now Old Bill is gone.