Bonfire Night

Children collecting twigs and leaves

Pulling conkers from the trees

Piles of boxes, piles of clothes

Onto the Bonfire everything goes.



Rickety old pushchair, full of junk

This year’s Guy is quite a hunk

Penny for the Guy is the children’s call

Give more than a penny and we can have a ball.



Magic lanterns twinkle in the night

Orange pumpkins filled with candlelight

The smell of roasted chestnuts fills the air

Mugs of hot soup and warm clothes to wear



The time is ready for the fun to begin,

Check under that fire to see no ones hidden

Make sure no hedgehogs asleep in their nest

And that there are no dormice having a rest.



Now the bonfire is set alight, to childrens screams of pure delight

The smoke and flames spiral up into the moonlit night.

Jumping jacks, rockets and Catherine wheels

With bangers and sparklers fast on their heels.



Poor Mr Guy does not stand a chance

As the flames on the fire make him jiggle and dance

His sorry form soon disappears

Some of the little children are now in tears?





The sky is such a pretty sight

All lit up with its magic light

Stars and spangles, rings and flashes

Soon the bonfire will be a pile of ashes.



Why do we celebrate Bonfire Night each year?

The Houses of Parliament I hear you shout loud and clear

Guy Fawkes once tried to burn them down

He wanted to be King and wear the crown.



So every year it’s the same old thing,

Bangers and rockets and one great big din.

Keep the cats and dogs and pets inside

You enjoy yourselves –as for me I’m a spoilsport and am going to hide!!