Thickbrick Village At Christmastime Poem by DM W

Thickbrick village at Christmastime
Is as charming as a toy town.
The locals never ever frown.
They are as friendly as good wine.
In summertime, it's all blue skies.
And in winter, it's snow white dreams
However, all's not what it seems.
For these locals have lots to hide.
O they often conglomerate
Around the post office or store
To discuss poverty and law,
And the taxes they've come to hate!
They dislike foreigners so much.
They support Brexit all the way.
And they're not too keen on ' them gays',
Or beggars leaning on their crutch.
They are as deep as credit cards.
And they are very proud of that.
They adore their dogs and their cats.
Some of them think they're very hard.
They always raise a Christmas cheer:
For ignorance, but not wisdom;
For tribal camaraderie;
For slappers, football and warm beer!