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| Illegal Immigrants Poem!! Illegal Immigrants 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 checks, they make you wealthy, NHS it keep you healthy! By and by, I got plenty money, Thanks to you, British dummy. Write to friends in motherland, Tell them 'come fast as you can.' They come in turbans and Ford trucks, I buy big house with welfare bucks They come here, we live together, More welfare checks, it gets better! Fourteen families, they moving in, But neighbour's patience is wearing thin. Finally, white guy moves away, Now I buy his house, and then I say, "Find more aliens for house to rent." And in the yard I put a tent. Send for family they just trash, But they, too, draw the welfare cash! Everything is very good, And soon we own the neighbourhood. We have hobby it's called breeding, Welfare pay for baby feeding. Kids need dentist? Wife need pills? We get free! We got no bills! Britain crazy! He pay all year, To keep welfare running here. We think U.K. darn good place! Too darn good for the English man race. If they no like us, they can scram, Got lots of room in Pakistan.
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| lol. sooooo true..
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| Of course all immigrants are stoopid Paki's who are just here to bleed the system eh. Oh, and just because it ryhmes and it has some basic iambic pentameter qualities does not make it a poem, or poetry. So perhaps you could change the thread title to 'Illegal Immagrants Slur', so's not to ruffle the feathers any eng lit fans. Cheers ![]()
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| All British people, racist twats Go around in Burberry hats About as relevant as the original post. What Amelie said. |
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What Amelie said whilst eating toast, or cookin a roast or summat- that way it will still work ![]()
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| To the tune of "Ive got a brand new combine harvester"...... We came to England through The Tunnel last night, (that's right, that's right!) We claim asylum now they're treating us right, (so right, so right) Oh something tells me, Ahmed this is the place to be, Cause here we're getting everything and we're getting it for free... Oh I've got a brand new leather jacket and a brand new mobile phone, The Brits they live in cartboard boxes while we get furnished homes, Legal aid driving lessons central heating and free bills, Oh we get all the benefits and you get all the bills.... They drove a lorry from Ikea straight away, (you pay, you pay) TV's and furniture, it was mostly okay, (you pay, you pay) But the flat it was unsuitable, the counsel 's run by fools, After crossing fifteen countries, we need heated swimmingpools... Oh I've got a brand new leather jacket and a brand new mobile phone, The Brits they live in cartboard boxes while we get furnished homes, Legal aid driving lessons central heating and free bills, Oh we get all the benefits and you get all the bills.... We go to garage to by nice motor car, (price is no bar) Plush BM double U cause we've come so far, (price is no bar) It costs many thousands but man oh what the heck, We come back tomorrow and we pay with welfare check! Oh I've got a brand new leather jacket and a brand new mobile phone, The Brits they live in cartboard boxes while we get furnished homes, Legal aid driving lessons central heating and free bills, Oh we get all the benefits and you get all the bills.... We take our trollies 'round Tesco's each day, (you pay, you pay) Piled high with goodies, oh that is the way, Food and drink and CD's phone cards and blue jeans, Old lady she get angry so we stole her tin of beans, Oh I've got a brand new leather jacket and a brand new mobile phone, The Brits they live in cartboard boxes while we get furnished homes, Legal aid driving lessons central heating and free bills, Oh we get all the benefits and you get all the bills.... We get TV licence gas electricity, (for me, for me!) Your generosity is amazing to see, (for me, for me!) You even pay our phonebills so we call Afghanistan, Tell all our friends to come here and live on Englishman! Oh I've got a brand new leather jacket and a brand new mobile phone, The Brits they live in cartboard boxes while we get furnished homes, Legal aid driving lessons central heating and free bills, Oh we get all the benefits and you get all the bills.... Our friends in Parliament they all on our side, (cock-eyed cock-eyed) Sometimes they talk tough, but you know it's a lie, (cockeyed cockeyed) Immigration is a good thing, on that they all agree, The only ones who'll stop it are the wicked BNP! Oh I've got a brand new leather jacket and a brand new mobile phone, The Brits they live in cartboard boxes while we get furnished homes, Legal aid driving lessons central heating and free bills, Oh we get all the benefits and you get all the bills.... Oh I've got a brand new leather jacket and a brand new mobile phone, The Brits they live in cartboard boxes while we get furnished homes, Legal aid driving lessons central heating and free bills, Oh we get all the benefits and you get all the bills.... Sirius. Last edited by sirius : 7th March 2006 at 12:35 PM. |
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| Another.... "Glad We've been "Diversified" Our street was oh so boring, life was such a bitch, We're glad we've been diversified, we're glad we've been enriched. To save these selfless refugees from their uncertain fate, We'll concrete over Britain and then we'll emigrate. When Gladys was our neighbour, she kept a pussy cat, Now Ahmed slaughters goats in the room above our flat. And when the goats stop squealing, once they're humanely dead, Our white and boring ceiling turns a vibrant shade of red. And just across the landing lives Genghis. He's a Turk, He rescues homeless lasses. He's made it his life's work. He cultivates the youngsters, has a constant stream of friends Their comings and their goings go on without an end. Our street was oh so boring, life was such a bitch, We're glad we've been diversified, we're glad we've been enriched. To save these selfless refugees from their uncertain fate, We'll concrete over Britain and then we'll emigrate. The neighbours down the hallway, cook curry every day, The odour is delicious, it never goes away, Our cornflakes, and our fish and chips, roast beef and Yorkshire pud All taste of chicken vindaloo, which makes them very good. The Somalis down the hallway they chew psychadelic leaves They're hardly ever violent, and they hardly ever thieves, They came to seek asylum, for them we've got to pay, We really, really, really hope that they won't go away. Our street was oh so boring, life was such a bitch, We're glad we've been diversified, we're glad we've been enriched. To save these selfless refugees from their uncertain fate, We'll concrete over Britain and then we'll emigrate. As we contemplate our neighbours and all their charming ways, We double up with labours and the taxes that we pay, And every varied day we think how it would be a bitch, To have to live without them and not to be enriched. We're so happy with our neighbours but it really isn't fair, To keep this richness to ourselves, we think we ought to share, We'd gladly pay their moving costs ‘cause it would be so neat, If they'd go and live with Tony Blair enriching Downing Street. Our street was oh so boring, life was such a bitch, We're glad we've been diversified, we're glad we've been enriched. To save these selfless refugees from their uncertain fate, We'll concrete over Britain and then we'll emigrate. There is no upper limit, our masters are quite sure, ‘Cause Blair is mad and Blunkett's blind, it's time - to - shut - the - door. Dedicated to all the 'racist' twats out there. Sirius. Last edited by sirius : 7th March 2006 at 12:35 PM. |
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Must be my peabrain. ![]()
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| lmao!
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