Poem -

FAWKE CANDLES

FAWKE CANDLES

Bonfire night
Mum made treacle toffee..
We had hot dogs with onions..
Not sure if that was my dads
influence as he'd lived in the US
.. thou he preferred French
mustard..
It was 66,
everyone had a bonfire
it was an excuse to burn
rubbish..
a race to have the biggest.
to increase local warming
We watched the Fireworks
from upstairs..
safe.. from harming,
Not all the constant banging
and harassment you get now,
after twelve at night in rage..
dogs didn't like it
they howled at the moon
some things never change
Parliament hasn't forgot..
we're waiting for Brexit
gunpowder treason and plot
still on the horizon

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