The town is hotting up. Cliffe Bonfire Society couldn't even wait for D day and had plenty of celebrations last night, as you can see by all the red debris on the ground. There is always a strange atmosphere on the day of Bonfire but today being a Saturday the town is buzzing already and it is less earie than usual. Mayhem tonight as long as rain doesn't stop play.
Here is the bonfire poem just for good measure:
Remember, remember the fifth of November Gunpowder, treason and plot I see no reason why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent To blow up the King and the Parliament Three score barrels of powder below Poor old England to overthrow By God's providence he was catched With a dark lantern and burning match Holloa boys, holloa boys God save the King! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! A penny loaf to feed ol' Pope A farthing cheese to choke him A pint of beer to rinse it down A faggot of sticks to burn him Burn him in a tub of tar Burn him like a blazing star Burn his body from his head Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead. Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!
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