Bob Gibson - Bonfire Night

It was a week away from bonfire night, and we hadn't made a 'Guy'
Our Bondy it got stolen, it nearly made us cry,
We had collected wood and boxes from everywhere around
And hid it all in garden sheds, so it could not be found


Some unscrupulous kid! from up the street, heard about our stash
He came at night with a dozen mates, and with our Bondy made a dash
We were broken hearted, nothing left ter burn
We said revenge is sweet! now its our turn!

We waited in the shadows till their bedroom lights went out
With stealth, we waited, , till no one was about
I saw them the next day, i guess it was no surprise
Now they felt like we did, they had tears in their eyes

Ah! said! come on Ron! let's call a truce, one bonfire instead of two!
We all collected things ter burn, our friendship then it grew
We made a guy from overalls, an stuffed him with some straw
His head was made from stockings, that me sister wore

We took him in a wheelbarrow. an stood outside the bars
And shouted 'Penny fer the guy mister' then held out our jars
Thats how we bought our firecrackers, cos we had nowt ter spend
And the dads who filled our jars up, got ter see em in the end

We built a giant bonfire, our guy was way up high
And waited till it got quite dark, as flames lit up the sky
We put our roast potatoes, wrapped in silver paper
And run around with sparklers, an bangers fer a caper

We got an old milk bottle, an put inside a rocket
And with a box of beehive matches, that me dad kept in his pocket
We'd light the blue touch paper, all eyes watched it with glee
As it zoomed into the night sky, what a sight ter see

Our mums an dads would be around, nailing a 'Catherine wheel' to the fence
We spent all our money on fireworks, a night of consequence

Bob Gibson

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