A poem by Ellie Edwards

Bonfire Night

Cook the stew till its piping hot,

a couple of dumplings will hit the spot.

Warm the chilli, mop the floor,

wait for what the night has in store.

A massive box of fireworks in the boot,

my brothers began to shout and whoop.

My Aunt and Uncle just arrive,

so we all dash back inside.

Not long now,

the fire to light.

This is going to be,

a brilliant Bonfire Night.

Some fountains first to start the show,

of course we know there's loads to go.

A Catherine wheel pinned to the tree,

Dad lights and stands back before it sets free.

By Ellie Edwards (Elm class)