Remember, remember the Fifth of November, The Gunpowder Treason and Plot, I know of no reason Why the Gunpowder Treason Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent To blow up the King and Parli'ment. Three-score barrels of powder below To prove old England's overthrow; By God's providence he was catch'd With a dark lantern and burning match. Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring. Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King! And what should we do with him? Burn him!
I don't know how long I have been following Hannah's blog, My Soul is a Butterfly , but I've been entranced with her stark realism, unflinchingly real poetry, and naked truths that she reveals. I'm very excited about her new upcoming poetry book she is trying to publish, and can't wait to get my hands on a copy.