Back in the day,
When I was a little whipper snapper in Leeds,
We would go “chumping”, as we called it, for firewood,
For weeks and weeks.
Everyone built towering infernos,
Ready for November Fifth:
Some made effigies of the “evil” Guy Fawkes,
Leader of the “Gunpowder Plot”
And stood in the street saying
“Penny for the Guy”.
What a night!
Roaring fire on a chill Winter night,
Those flames burning your face.
A World War Three
Rockets, Catherine Wheels and bangers.
Bangers to scare the girls.
Kids painting pictures in the air
And best of all,
That yummy gingery Parkin cake:
A taste I cannot put
Oh and deep dark
And Crunchie-like cinder toffee.
It’s many a year since I went to a bonfire.
Politically correct firework displays
Are more the modern thing.
Seems strange to burn the effigy
Of a man who had the sense
To try to blow parliament up –
Especially a Yorkshire Man.
But then I read that good
Religious reasons are behind
This bonfire Celebration:
Those flames are orange
Not wishing to create divisions
Anywhere in the world,
It’s still good to see traditions
Let those fires and fireworks keep rising,
Constantly emerging from the shadows
© PB 27\10\2018.
Written at the request of Stephen Chapman. “Treacle toffee” added later, with “jacket potatoes” and “cinder toffee” added on 31\10\18. "Roast chestnuts" added 18\11.
Stephen Chapman indeed requested this...