Bonfire Night…..

Yes, Poetry Lovers, it’s that event of the year. They say there’s beautiful fireworks out there, but I have to take their word for it. I’m busy having my hands over my ears, and snuggling in with Dobby. Always loathed it – especially bangers. So, to show my displeasure, I have penned an anti-Guy Fawkes night poem.

Read on if you dare…

Bonfire Night

Fireworks burning bright

at 6 o’clock at night.

Freezing against the cold night air,

they say they’re pretty but I don’t care.

They’re obnoxious and way too loud,

and any sparkler draws a crowd,

to whom I wouldn’t give the time of day.

I wish they all would go away.

A stuffed figure in orange flames,

I don’t want to play these games.

You can keep your potatoes in their jackets,

and all the other crap in little packets.

I’d much rather be warm at home,

I wish those fireworks would leave me alone!

Thanks for looking, Poetry Lovers. I’ll be back soon with more poetry japes. Same time, same channel…..

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