This poem is from a regular reader who is a real wordsmith.
Christmas lights shine brightly in Dover's Market Square,
The townspeople turn out, they've got to be there,
Snowflakes are falling the cold weather's increasing,
As some poor Dovorians have to turn off their heating.
Cold bones tonight do not matter, festive spirit takes over,
Alison Burton and fragrant Gordon both here, but so far are sober,
With iPad grasped firmly Gordon relishes the thought,
Of the jolly for his cronies the Taxpayer's bought.
The lights are switched on, first refreshments and later a dance,
Then Smoked Salmon from Scotland and Champagne from France,
Whilst Terry Nunn looks forward to his festive meal of Corned Beef,
Keeping warm with his family with a candle.......Good grief!
Fiat Lux has planned a feast of prime meat chunks in gravy, with veg,
Him and his cat will keep themselves warm by burning the hedge,
This at time when council tax rises show the councillor's folly,
Whilst with our hard earned money the ex postie delivers their jolly.
The band plays for Carole as Keith Bibby arrives with his Immigrant dancer,
What's that sound I hear, bells, Rudolph, Dasher, Dancer and Prancer?
The Brewers dray swiftly enters the square carrying Mc Sweeney and Farage,
Closely followed behind, Victoria, Amanda and BP1 in a pink carriage.
BP1 poses with large hat and a rose in her teeth,
Vic Matcham yells out, "she's wearing nothing beneath!"
Neil Wiggins, always the gent, throws her his coat,
She turns on him fiercely and goes for his throat.
Shortsighted she misses and bites Allison's dog, making it squeal,
The Town Clerk is livid and and her harpic doth steal,
BT1 rants loudly and sets snarling Bern free,
The town Clerk runs in fear and climbs up the tree.
Next comes the raffle' "which is just a waste,"
Says Brian Dixon, king of cut and paste,
The numbers are called, it's green number ten,
Roger Walkden shouts out "fix, draw it again!"
Carole Barber said,"can't not protocol,"
Alternative said, "rowlocks, go dig a hole.
The next ticket drawn Jan H was so pleased,
It was one that had won her a selection of cheese,
She eagerly opened the pack carefree and merry,
There was cheddar and Stilton, "OH NO and Cranberry!"
She liked the first two but hated the latter,
The curses she uttered made, her friend, Naughty 29 scatter!
Heike List's stall giving free food was one of the hits,
As was Kath Hollingsbee with her wonderful tips,
Barrie from Wales sent best wishes in Gaelic humour,
Saying the reason he left Dover was an unfounded rumour.
Dave arrived with Ross on a decorated bike made for two,
With balloons filled with hot air by Eleanor from the Zoo,
Cllr Watkins spouting old chestnuts his policies boasting,
"We've passed nothing this year, you're in for a roasting!"
The loos were open, seats decorated with holly,
Standing room only as sittings a folly,
Hot water was provided and also a towel,
A really good treat then suddenly a yell!
Lesley Hives, otherwise known as Honey or itch,
Didn't see the holly and then swore at the Witch,
The one from the council whose broomstick was left,
In the hole in the ground her landing had cleft
The highlight of the evening was both forum choirs singing,
Carols for Christmas just as the church bells were ringing,
Alexander said, "peace on earth goodwill to all men gets our backing,"
Reg Hansell shouted shrilly,"we don't count those that are Fracking."
The festival ended the Market Square was deserted and free,
They forgot Alison Burton was still trapped up the tree,
"Never mind her," said the nice Carole Barber,
When Christmas is over, the trees for the Harbour!
(Lesley, from the author.......Hives was me using a bit of licence to enable the use of Honey ( bee hive ) and itching ( skin problem) association of words...........)