One November Night (Seasonal Rhyme)

As I was going for a walk,

one cold November night,

I saw the ghost of old Guy Fawkes,

he gave me such a fright.

But he told me "Please, have no fear

for I'm a gentle soul

and spreading some November cheer

that is my only goal".

Then so my frightened soul should feel

at ease, he worked a charm

he conjured up a catherine wheel

that spun upon his palm.

Then pointing to the skies above

he worked another spell,

six rockets shot out of his glove

and, in bright fountains, fell.

He waved a sparkler happily

and, while it brightly burned,

into a toffee apple, he,

the firework, then turned.

But then Guy Fawkes, taking a bow

became a rocket too

wooshed to the sky, and I said "Wow!"

as, way up high, he flew.