Aftermath
For those of you who aren't from the UK, and may not be aware, it was Guy Fawkes night a couple of weeks ago. It gave me the idea for this ...
A pile of ashes on the ground
Muddy footprints all around
A smoking ember here and there
The reek of burning everywhere
Bits of paper strewn about
A banger with its fuse gone out
Rocket launchers, an empty pack
Grass, in patches, scorched and black
Sparklers with their twisted wire
lie abandoned round the fire
A rocket stick from who knows where
had missed the greenhouse by a hair
A fence despoiled by a smokey swirl
where once a flaming wheel did whirl
The nail remains, but not much more
Just a burned and twisted core
A lump of blackened silver foil
lies forlornly on the soil
A baked potato lies within
Cremated in a shroud of tin
All across the UK nation
stand tiny scenes of devastation
Like battles fought by gnomes and elves
Not just a fun night for ourselves
Copyright © Rob Biden | Year Posted 2014
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