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Guy Fawkes Poem - Lewes Bonfire Night Celebrations

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Tatty and torn the Guy Fawkes stands perfectly still,
Wearing an old hat, jumper and trousers that were tatty and torn.

Rockets, Catherine wheels
And bangers hurt poor Guy’s ears.

Guy looked up and saw everybody ignoring him and admiring the food and display,
this brought tears to his bulging glazing eyes.

Everybody started to leave,
leaving Guy Fawkes gleaming in the darkness,
half scorched by the flames,
We call a bonfire.

But the same time next year,
He will return as the one, the only
Guy Fawkes.

By Steven, aged 10 from Llangennech, Wales

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