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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