We stood round the bonfire
That cold November night.
Surrounded by darkness,
The fire gave us light.

Mum gave us sparklers
And we wrote our names,
While infront of us fireworks
Did zoom, screech and bang.

They gave pretty colours
To light the dark sky.
They twinkled and sparkled,
Then we watched them die.

Mum said it was to remember
What Guy Fawkes had done.
When the Houses of Parliament
He wanted to be none.

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