poem by: Frank Byrne/Hornby..
Written on Oct 27, 2017

"Old Guy Fawkes paid the ultimate price,
when he tried, but he failed, to do something not very nice.
The Houses of Parliament, he tried in vain to destroy,
thus inventing Bonfire night, for us all to enjoy.
Ever November the 5th, we build a huge funeral pyre,
then with Mr Fawkes sitting on top, we set it on fire!
Rockets, and fireworks, light up the whole sky,
the cold night is filled with joy, and laughter, thanks to Old Guy.
The many firework displays, are such a beautiful sight,
but please, everyone be so careful, on this coming Bonfire night."


Tags: Happy, Humor, Rhyme, Dark, Imagery,

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Roxanne Dubarry commented on Oct 28, 2017 at 8:30am
What a farewell poetic celebration. Old Guy Hawks went out with a bang and not a whimper.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Oct 28, 2017 at 12:13pm
Thanks Roxanne......Guy Hawks...and Guy Fawkes....they were best mates...hahaha...🔥🎇.......
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 28, 2017 at 9:36pm
Love this poetic write.pets beware.Nice one Frank.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Oct 29, 2017 at 2:15pm
Thank you Chris.....I used to love.."BOMMY" night when I was a teenager.....running around with a pocket full of "bangers".....I had no idea of danger them days.......time passes in a Puff of smoke!.......happy days.....


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