Fireworks.

Whoosh! Whirl! Boom Sizzle! Up into the sky.
They are flowers, blooming within the night,
Only without the sunlight.
Some people like to believe they are glow worms
Crawling through the depths of the night.
Like popcorn, popping in the sky.
Flames leaping, dancing and bopping.
Sometimes there’s more fire than works.
Up goes a rocket  BANG!
Many did cower until down on the crowds,
Came a bright, colourful shower.
Without Guy Fawkes, what could we have done?