Bonfire Night
On bonfire night I can feel my tummy twisting, tickling and turning all over my insides.
The warmth of the fire heating my face, as the smoke makes my eyes water.
The large fence keeping us safe as we watch the display,
The steaming cup of hot chocolate, warming my hands yet burning my tongue!
On bonfire night I can taste the hot chocolate running down my throat,
The smell from the gunpowder tickling in my nose.
As I watch my breath in the cold air blowing out into the night.
Oh don’t you just love Bonfire night?
On bonfire night I can see the Catherine Wheels,
Spinning round and round
The children, squealing with delight as the rockets light up the night sky,
Gold, green and silver glitter and dance
As the sprinkling of sparkles makes us fall into a trance.
On bonfire night, I feel all warm and happy inside,
As I see all the faces happy with glee.
I know they are all thinking the same thing as me,
Oh I just can’t wait till next bonfire night
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