Reader's letter: A Guy Fawkes night poem

I don’t like dark evenings that the winter brings,

Because I’m afraid of so many things.

Like burglars and noises outside in the night,

I know I’m a wimp, but it fills me with fright.

One night I was sitting there watching T.V.

A very good programme I wanted to see –

When suddenly I heard a great deal of noise

It came from outside, I thought from some boys

Having a lark, so I looked through the door

Thinking that perhaps I should phone for the law.

There were bangs and crackles, lights shooting up high

And all sorts of odd things lit up in the sky.

The aliens have landed, I was filled with dread,

So, what did I do? I hid under the bed.

Rosemary M Pratt.