It's fireworks night, the fifth of November
I hear them all around, all going off
In Ordsall gardens, they all remembered
Let's hope old Ordsall Hall don't get its roof
Set alight by screaming rockets and stuff
Let's hope no-one gets hurt while they're all out
Trying to have fun though feeling so rough
So cold, so muddy, shivering about
A hundred feet from a bonfire, no heat
Reaches you, apart from the odd ember
Saturday was a washout, too, all of
Those group displays in parks, the parky feet
Tonight I'm off to the King's Arms once more
For comedy night. Improv may get laughs
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