An englishman posted this poem. Sounds familiar, ya think?
Me come to England, poor and broke,
Go down dole, see labour bloke,
Fill in form, Stand around,
Kind man gives me plenty pound.
Me thank him very much, Then he Say
"You come next week, Get more pay."
Me writes a letter to Pakistan,
Tell all my friends come as quickly as can.
All is nicely settled down
Nice big house in Bradford town.
Twenty families living up,
Twice as many living down.
More in garden in a tent,
Social Services pay the rent,
Six months later, Big bank roll,
Go down labout, draw mor Dole.
Wife wants glasses, teeth and pills,
All is free, Get no bills.
Me think England is damned fine place,
Much too nice for a white man race.
But God Bless White man, Big and Small,
he pays tax to keep us all.
If you don't like coloured man,
There's Plenty Room in Pakistan.
