When fireworks dance in the sky, there is always something about it that
catches your eye. They go whizzing through the night air, everybody
watches, including some that don’t care. We celebrate Guy Fawkes,
But when will we celebrate the exit of brexit? The sparklers and the blazing bonfire, you couldn’t miss those out to inspire. Toddlers are held
back far away, which is annoying because they want to get closer to the display.
On the 5th of November when it gets dark dogs go under the chairs and bark. Now, this contest isn’t about if you win it’s about taking part (preferably with a glass of gin). My poem ends now my friends, but the 5th November, as dark as it may be is as bright as an ember.