ST CATHERINE’S WHEEL
On bonfire night
Across the land
Fireworks will be lit
By unthinking hand
And when you watch
The Catherine wheels
Spiral of fire
How do you feel?
Is it exiting to watch?
Does it inspire?
As it spins and spins
The wheel of fire
Catherine was a saint
Who died on the wheel
Didn’t you know?
Now how do you feel?
It was an instrument
Of torture and pain
Think about that
As it spins round again
BONFIRE NIGHT
Remember, remember
The fifth of November
When gunpowder smoke fills the air
What a quaintly British affair
Gathering with friends and family
And oohing and aahing with glee
The heat from the fire is hellish
As Hotdogs are eaten with relish
But as another hot chocolate you drink
If you took just a moment to think
Ask how such traditions thrive?
As you symbolically burn a man alive
REMEMBER, REMEMBER THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot
For that was the day Guy Fawkes failed
To blow up the bloody lot
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