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
I took my dog to a bonfire party
And he stared at the
fire blankly
I twigged as I watched
the fiery licks
It was because he
loved sticks
In fact sticks were
one of his joys
So the fire was like a
pile of his toys
Remember, remember
The fifth of November?
Gunpowder, treason and….
It happens every Halloween when
Enthusiastic revellers
frequent
Accident and
Emergency, where
Clinicians call it
trick or treatment
I don’t believe in spooks and demons
I think that should be
understood
But there are always
more trick-or-treaters
Than there are kids in
the neighborhood
Halloween is one of the very few
Acceptable times to
wear body glitter
When you have a
reasonable expectation
Of not being mistaken
for a stripper
My future wife was dressed like a tart
When we first met on
Elm Street
And she said very
provocatively
“I'll be your trick if
you'll be my treat”
