Fools

Don't let them fool you,
I mean the pretty lights of course-
However they're horrible to listen to, 
the loud bangs sound furious! 

They dazzle in the night-
to everyone's delight! 

But see how they run away,
from the flame that set them alight.
They light up like the suns ray, 
lighting up the black night.

They flee from the heat,
cause harm to a mans touch
the line-up is too neat
as young make effort to clutch.

So remember, remember
the fifth of November
the plot had its reason,
to commit that awful treason.

originally written ~ 5/11/16
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Allison Avatar
March 29, 2017 at 12:17 PM
Loved the descriptive poem ... I'm not a great fan of bonfire night - very clever twist of the nursery rhyme in the final stanza:-) hugs jan xx
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March 29, 2017 at 1:28 PM
Thank you Jan! I'm not a fan of the bangs however 'the pretty lights' are wonderful from a distance! x
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March 2, 2017 at 8:43 AM
- A really great poem, Molly - Welcome to P- soup :) - hugs from Norway // Anne-Lise :)
Pryor Avatar
March 2, 2017 at 3:21 PM
Thank you so much Anne-Lise!
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March 1, 2017 at 4:58 AM
Very well done Molly. Clever use of the nursery rhyme. Welcome to PS. // Barry
Pryor Avatar
March 1, 2017 at 11:46 AM
Thank you for your comment!
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February 28, 2017 at 12:44 PM
Really nicely done Molly, though I am not sure what you are referring to, but Darren shed some light below. Welcome to soup.
Green Avatar
February 28, 2017 at 4:33 PM
Thanks, that is so cool. I really enjoyed the poem.
Pryor Avatar
February 28, 2017 at 4:01 PM
I wrote this poem on bonfire night, to contrast the pros and cons of bonfire night as i as looking at my dog which was frightened at the bangs of the fireworks. The first 3 stanzas are a metaphor on the concept of the theme until the last stanza when all is revealed and I have twisted the words of the nursery rhyme = "Remember, remember! The fifth of November, the Gunpowder treason and plot; I know of no reason Why the Gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot!"
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February 27, 2017 at 11:17 PM
Ahhhh the Gunpowder treason :) I had to look that up, I am not from the UK. Wonderful first poem on PoetrySoup. Welcome to us all here :)
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February 28, 2017 at 4:02 PM
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