NOVEMBER 4TH 1966

  NOVEMBER 4TH 1966         TIM WILLIAMS NOV. 2014

IT'S NOVEMBER THE 4TH TODAY
TIME TO DRESS MY LITTLE BROTHER UP AS THE GUY,
NEXT YEAR HE'LL BE TOO BIG TO FIT THE PUSHCHAIR,
ANOTHER ANNUAL USE FOR A LITTLE BROTHER 
GOES GURGLING DOWN THE PLUG HOLE.

WE'VE DONE SO WELL OUT OF HIM OUTSIDE THE EMBASSY
CINEMA, ALL DRESSED UP, IN THE DARK THEY CANT SEE HE'S REAL,
 IN OLD CLOTHES AND TRILBY HAT WITH COALDUST
RUBBED ENTHUSIASTICALLY INTO FACE AND HANDS,
HE'LL KEEP US ALL IN PENNY CHEWS TILL CHRISTMAS.

DAI RAG TIED A BANGER TO THE COLEMAN'S POODLES TAIL
LIT IT AND LET THE DOG GO,
HURTLING, SPINNING, HOWLING AND HISSING,
THE DOG SPUN DOWN THE GARDEN PATH UNTIL BANG !!
OW ! OW ! OW ! THAT BUGGER WONT BITE ME AGAIN.

WE'VE BUILT OUR BOMBFIRE IT'S BLOODY ENORMOUS,
BUILT OUT OF ANYTHING THAT BURNS, TYRES, WOOD,
OTHER KIDS GAMBO'S FOUND NOT BEING USED IN GARDENS
WHEN THE OWNERS WERE IN HAVING TEA
AND ANYTHING ELSE NOT NAILED DOWN ( AND TO BE HONEST SOME THAT WERE ),

TONIGHT WE HEAD ACROSS TOWN AS SOON AS IT'S DARK
ARMED WITH PARAFFIN AND MATCHES STOLEN BIT BY BIT OVER 
 A THREE WEEK PERIOD SO TO GO UNNOTICED,
RIDING OUR BIKES LIKE COMMANDOE'S TO SET FIRE TO 
THE ENEMIES BOMBFIRE, WELL THEY HAVE TO PAY FOR WINNING THE CRICKET !

HELLER'S MY NAN CALLED US, HELLER'S
MAYBE SHE WAS RIGHT, BUT WE TURNED OUT OK 'ISH DID'NT WE,
ARWEL, MEIRION, GERWYN, DAI PASS, DAI RAG, THE PROFFESOR, JEFF NODDY, BARRY, DICKIE AND ME.
NO NAMES NO PACK DRILL BOYS .