At the Apple Bonfire Night party
One struck the match
to ignite the birch
And as the fire burned
six of his colleagues
Were in a huddle designing the merch
At the Apple Bonfire Night party
One struck the match
to ignite the birch
And as the fire burned
six of his colleagues
Were in a huddle designing the merch
Health and Safety were in charge
Of lighting the
Bonfire this year
One of them struck the
match
Our Parliament has failed us
Ignoring the voice of
Britain’s
And following its own
agenda
In the House of Charlatans
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
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….