by Katherine Lloyd
(Kuala Lumpur)
My favourite night
Is one that’s cold
It’s celebrated
By young and old
With lights and colour
Crackle and pop
I wonder when
The noise will stop
We drink hot chocolate
To keep us warm
And watch intently
As the fireworks perform
The bangs and wooshes
High in the sky
I hope a bird
Isn't passing bye
They’d wonder what,
Is this great sight
And we’d shout and sing
It’s Bonfire Night!
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