Imagine on a wet November eve,
Dark, dismal celebrating; cold and yet
We gather round a fire, would you believe,
Each year some masochistic joy we get.
There is a point to this bizarre event,
A Guy is burnt, foil clad potatoes too.
The children munch and then the sky is rent
With bangs and whirls and stars of every hue.
Now wide eyed, open mouthed, the youngsters gaze;
The night explodes with fizzles, bangs and zooms.
The spectacle of awesome powers amaze,
Sky Rockets, Squibs, and Bangers end in booms.
The memory of Guy Fawkes ever lurks,
Remembered every year, with fireworks !
Boadicea's Chariot 
“…..The memory of Guy Fawkes ever lurks,
Remembered every year, with fireworks !…….”
Mmmmmmmmm…?
Best I could come up with, Jazz, I did try a few more alternatives and they were even more “Mmmmmmmmm..:)
Arrers, I had the same trouble. Jerks, (where the bee) surks, er…no.
Bearsy, yes, you’re right of course – but poetic rapper’s licence. 🙂
Oops wrong post -see mine! 😦
Thanks Minty – never mind the critics, that’s the most technically accurate yet! 😀
I’m on my way! I have to go out, so I’ll catch up soonest.
Thank you, Bearsy. 🙂
Without wishing to play the sympathy card. Jazz will no longer be frightened by fireworks on November 5th. He’s gone to a place where hopefully they don’t have them.
Oh dear, sorry to hear that, Jazz. I don’t think many animals enjoy fireworks.
A suggestion:
For “The memory of Guy Fawkes ever lurks” read ” The memory of Guy and other berks”. 🙂
I can’t tell an iambic pentameter (is that right?) from a hexameter doobry-whatsit. I do know one is five something or others and the other is six equally incomprehensible thingyummyjigs.
I am lost in admiration for all those who have leapt to the challenge…
Jazz – my sympathies for your loss.
Ara – I thought this might be your hand when I saw the title! A good effort and I am tempted to have a shot, even if it ends up damp squib. Of course the task is not helped by the word “fireworks” which has its emphasis on the first syllable whereas the iambic wotsit is meant to have each second syllable stressed. Bearsy are you listening?
Papa – “even if it ends up damp squib” – nice.
Thanks Boadicea and PapaG. I don’t find writing poetry comes naturally and iambic pentameters are er interesting. 😉
It gets easier as you go along though!
Fireworks, yes, well, I think you have to pronounce it fire-yer works!
Arrers, yes. “It gets easier as you go along though!” I find that it’s like sitting on a ‘fifties train and getting the rhythm. Tetum tetum tetum tetum tetum. It’s even possible to do the old Vigilian hexamter too! Tumtete tumtete turm- tete turmtete tumtete turm turm. Then get into character, just like on the stage, and let the words do the rest. Great fun.
I was just kidding our Mr Mackie about his lack of the traditional Dactylic hexameter, Janus.
Well PG, now I’m awake I’m listening.
So forget the excuses and post your contribution toot sweet, mate. 😀
Great piece about fireworks that rocks
sonnetically immortalising Fawkes
(phew)
Ta, JW, 🙂 ‘Tis hard work this poetical stuff
In fact I fink I’ve had enough. 🙂
Arrers, I’ve realised that ‘shirks’ is a noble contender too. 🙂
Bearsy, I hadn’t come across the phrase ‘feminine rhyme’ before maybe because my poetical studies were classical rather than English. I see it means: “A rhyme in which the final syllable is unstressed, as in ‘feather/heather'” and now ‘fireworks/?’. Thanks.