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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365649" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Penny for the Guy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Ever remember the fifth of November, <br>Gunpowder, treason and plot, <br>We see no reason why gunpowder treason<br>Should ever be forgot!) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was sorting through my father's things, <br>A month since he had died, <br>And flipping through the books he'd loved, <br>To still the chill inside, <br>When out there fell a photograph<br>Of me, at nine years old, <br>A tiny square of black and white<br>That made my blood run cold! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It brought the memories rushing back, <br>For in that ancient scene, <br>I stood before a building that <br>Would make an old man scream, <br>An air raid shelter, from the war, <br>A roof so flat and square, <br>And on the top the bonfire that<br>Once lit, brought grief to bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">November 1946, <br>Was pencilled on the rear, <br>That date was burnt into my brain, <br>It brought a sudden tear, <br>And memories of childhood friends<br>I hadn't seen since then, <br>Nor ever would again, I thought, <br>I left, when I was ten! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'd stuffed the Guy with newspaper<br>Inside my father's suit, <br>And Ben, he had supplied the hat, <br>And Shirley brought the boots, <br>We put him on the barrow<br>Roamed the streets and gave a shout, <br>'A penny for the Guy, ' we called, <br>The Guy just flopped about! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He isn't very real, ' said Ben, <br>'His head keeps falling off! <br>We need a broomstick for the neck.'<br>Then Shirley gave a cough; <br>'What if I dressed up in the suit, <br>That mask, to hide my face? <br>We'd have the best Guy in the street, <br>The best Guy in the place! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We laughed, and all agreed, so she<br>Hid in her father's shed, <br>Put on the suit, too long for her, <br>The hat just crowned her head, <br>We put her in the barrow then, <br>And pushed from street to street, <br>'A penny for the Guy, ' we said, <br>You couldn't see her feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A funny girl was Shirley then, <br>With funny little ways, <br>She seemed too shy to play with us<br>Except on certain days.<br>She said her father was a brute, <br>He'd tie her to a chair, <br>And once she said, 'he tied me up<br>And touched me - you know where! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We didn't understand at all, <br>Just kids - she shrugged and sighed, <br>If we thought anything at all<br>We thought she must have lied, <br>For fathers didn't do those things, <br>We'd never heard of that, <br>And blushed just at the thought of it; <br>(She hid beneath her hat!) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night we sneaked her on the roof<br>Before our folks arrived, <br>We didn't want them seeing her, <br>The Guy would look contrived; <br>The wood was piled up eight feet high, <br>We sat her at the top, <br>'Now don't jump up 'til they're all here, <br>We'll catch them on the hop! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd smelt that funny smell when we<br>Were climbing on the pile, <br>We didn't know what smell it was, <br>Although it smelt quite vile.<br>But someone had poured petrol on<br>The wood to make it burn, <br>We didn't know what petrol was, <br>The fumes made Shirley squirm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fumes, they must have knocked her out<br>For when the folks arrived, <br>We waited, she should jump and shout<br>But she was scarce alive, <br>The fireworks were going off<br>And lighting up the sky, <br>I said to Ben, 'let's get her down! '<br>The moment passed us by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spark lit up the monstrous pile, <br>I saw Ben, looking pale<br>The parents down there, staring up<br>Just cheered, and drank their ale.<br>The Guy was soon a blazing torch, <br>I screamed, 'the Guy's a girl! '<br>And Ben tugged at her father's coat: <br>'The Guy up there is Shirl! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then suddenly the Guy leapt up<br>And screamed in pain, aloud, <br>The flames engulfed her as she jumped<br>Into the waiting crowd, <br>Her father caught her in his arms<br>Became a blazing torch, <br>He ran, half stumbled back with her, <br>Collapsed upon the porch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lay, two blackened corpses there<br>With rockets overhead, <br>And Catherine Wheels and Jumping Jacks<br>Went off as they lay dead.<br>We never celebrate Guy Fawkes, <br>That day won't go away! <br>I slipped that photo back into<br>That book, called - 'Let Us Pray! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7 December 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Gunpowder, treason and plot, 
We see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!) 

I was sorting through my father's things, 
A month since he had died, 
And flipping through the books he'd loved,..."></div>
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