Poor Guy

As fireworks fill the night sky with light, they gather round the crackling flames, the effigy of Guy Fawkes a pleasure to behold on top the bonfire. Such fun for all - but it sucks to be 'Guy'! written 6th November for Andrea's November Nonet contest (about Guy Fawkes' Day).

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/24/2023 3:06:00 PM

I think it would not be pleasant for the one on top of the bonfire. Of course, it is not a real person and I imagine he died a long time ago. LOL..Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my page. Sara

Harry Horsman

Date: 11/27/2022 10:37:00 PM

Takes me back to my childhood Jack, There were no Halloweens them days, growing up in the UK, But the 5th of November, was bonfire night, and yes Guy was hot. Hope you are keeping well. Harry

Susan Ashley

Date: 11/26/2022 10:46:00 AM

Indeed, Jack! Your Nonet is clever and expressive! I adore the title, the last line and everything in between. Congratulations for your excellent win in Andrea's contest. Warmest wishes, my dear friend.. ~Susan

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri

Date: 11/23/2022 11:13:00 PM

Aha i think i recall reading about the guy fawks festival somewhere so i enjoyed your fantastic poem, yeah poor guy burnt in the festival. Glad he's made of paper/ plastic. Kudos! ^^^^^^^>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<^^^^^^^^^^^^ plz also read and comment my newest poem too

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/21/2022 4:14:00 PM

Love this, Jack. I nearly put this second place. Why didn't you say "atop"? Anyway, thanks for participating in my contest and big congrats.