The November sickness
Its every single year
It probably starts in october
And brings about such fear
Its bangers and explosions
And flashes in the night
Each whizz and frightening siren
It truthfulljy isnt right
Imagine the poor old hedgehog
A pile of wood and leaves
A great big detached mansion
Thats what she believes
But as we know its a bonfire
With living bones and hair
And of course its Guy Fawkes
Whose never ever there
A time to burn the garden stuff
Get it out of the way
Smoke no joke it happens
Anytime of day
How many of gods wild creatures
Will take their final breath
Secreted in their favourite heap
That will herald their death
Check your bonfires save a life!
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.