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“PENNY” FOR THE GUY?


Remember, remember the fifth of November

Guy Fawkes and Gunpowder Plot

Not a day for quiet or peace

But bedlam, as likely as not



Gone are the days of a Catherine Wheel

A penny or “tuppeny” banger

Or a rocket turned into an aeroplane

With cardboard and a coat-hanger



The simple displays of yesteryear

Are now considered too tame

You have to spend hundreds of pounds

Excess is the name of the game



A kilo of “taters” tucked into the fire

Retrieved with the aid of a stick

Really won’t cut it with people today

A barbie and beers are their pick



At the end of the day when the ashes die down

And the barbie is swimming in fat

When you have squandered your few hundred pounds

Will you feel any better for that?



Fireworks are thrilling, a spectacle too

Exciting and noisy as well

But I prefer the gentler times

When I first fell under their spell

Don Holmes