This year, Mum was determined, for the first time,
To have the happy time
the family had lacked
So, when she was preparing
the bird for the oven
This year, Mum was determined, for the first time,
To have the happy time
the family had lacked
So, when she was preparing
the bird for the oven
The Thanksgiving Turkey
Risked being stricken
When he crossed the
road
To prove he wasn't
chicken!
Whitehall Civil Servants took control
Of the Bonfire on that
fateful date
One of them struck the
match, while
The rest filled forms
in triplicate
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