British Poem
I
cross ocean, poor and broke.
Take bus, see employment
folk.
Nice man treat me good in
there.
Say I need to see welfare.
Welfare say, 'You come no more, we
send cash right to your door.'
Welfare cheques - they make you
wealthy! NHS - it keep you healthy!
By and by, I get
plenty money.
Thanks to you, you British
!!dummy!!
Write to
friends in motherland.
Tell them 'come fast as you
can.'
They
come in turbans and Ford trucks,
And buy big house with
welfare bucks!
They come here, we live
together.
More welfare cheques, it gets better!
Fourteen families, they moving
in,
but neighbour's patience wearing thin.
Finally, British guy moves away.
Now I buy
his house,then I say,
'Find more
immigrants for house to rent.'
And in the yard I put a
tent.
Kids need dentist?
Wives
need pills?
We get
free! We got no bills!
British
crazy! They work all year,
to
keepthe welfare running here.
We think
Too darn good for British race!
If
they no like us, they can scram.
Got lots of room in Afghanistan
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