In My Town Poem by DM W

In my town, people wear T- shirts in the winter,
While others like to wear thick coats in the summer.
In my town, people once hung a poor monkey on
The Headland as, in their great, collective wisdom,
They thought that it was a French spy. This strange event
Occurred during the Napoleonic Wars. Since then
Nothing much has changed; alas not much has been learned.
If smart aliens land here, no doubt they will be burned.
In my town, people conglomerate in their droves
On beaches, in bars/ restaurants; even when told
And warned to comply with social distancing rules.
What on earth should be done with these ignorant fools? !
In my town, people tend to speed up when they are
Approaching roundabouts, while others drive in their cars
At a leisurely pace. Some go 30 mile per
Hour on a 60 mile per hour road. O they are
So frustrating, whether they're too fast or too slow.
One day I'll leave this mad, wretched town, even though
It's rich in comedic gold. I'll look for somewhere
New and bright and breezy, Then I won't have a care
In the world and life won't be so cold and dreary.
Indeed, away from morons it will be easy!