MY GUY ( GUY FAUKES )
Your ragged coat ~ once like new,
Now potted with patches ~ sewn and glued;
Buff coloured trousers and chequered vest,
Adorned me once ~ as Sunday best.
Socks and shoes ~ to thee are tethered,
I once strode ~ in this fine leather;
As I look up your face to see,
My old flat cap ~ a crowning thee.
Now ~ all dressed in my attire,
Atop this glorious ~ burning pyre;
Burning fiercely for all to see,
An effigy ~ of a soul set free.
© Copyright R. Shaw. 1976
Now potted with patches ~ sewn and glued;
Buff coloured trousers and chequered vest,
Adorned me once ~ as Sunday best.
Socks and shoes ~ to thee are tethered,
I once strode ~ in this fine leather;
As I look up your face to see,
My old flat cap ~ a crowning thee.
Now ~ all dressed in my attire,
Atop this glorious ~ burning pyre;
Burning fiercely for all to see,
An effigy ~ of a soul set free.
© Copyright R. Shaw. 1976
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