On November the 5th in Britain we try,
To remember an event, by burning a
Guy.
Fireworks are lit, in the darkness of
night,
Bursting like flowers with colours so
bright.
Rockets explode high up the sky,
But does anyone today, know the real reason
why?
In London the politicians were greedy
and fat,
It was decided to kill them, right
there, where they sat.
Guy Fawkes and his men came up with a
plot,
Whilst parliament sat, they would
blow up the lot.
They broke into tunnels that went
under the street,
Placed barrels of powder, right under
their feet.
Thirty Six barrels were placed in a
row,
and primed with the fuses, already to
blow.
But Guy did not know there would soon
be a hitch,
As one of the gang, it seems, was a
snitch.
The alarm was raised, and Guardsmen
were brought
He tried to escape, but Guy, he was
caught.
He was hung by the neck until he was
dead,
But not only that, they cut off his
head.
Before end of day and the rise of the
moon,
His stomach was sliced and his guts
were all strewn.
They still were not happy, so, just
to be sure,
The rest of his body was cut into
four.
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