Bonfire Prayers

Remember, remember the Fifth of November The Gunpowder Treason

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My Little Guy Poem - Lewes Bonfire Night Celebrations

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My Little Guy Poem

He’ll always be my little Guy.
Crooned him many a lullaby.
I still see him so cutesome in his cot.
A thousand winks from gunpowder plot.

Ever a shy child, so sensitive.
What was he doing in a bloody cellar
with all them bloody explosives?
Bad company. that’s what, I tell yar.

Always told him, stay clear of fire, son.
Fire means Hell to good Catholics.
Never guessed he’d grow up with ambition
for what clever folk-dem call pyrotechnics.

But come November fifth, when bonfire rage,
it’s my little Guy what takes centre stage.

By John Agard

Viva Lewes

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