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True Brit

by paul-butters

With a Jewish religion and a German Queen, Who has a clue where the Brits have been? Mum’s clan were Huguenots, Dad’s maybe Welsh. Lots of Africans in our football teams. Keep out those immigrants many do say, Even those whose parents came from Bombay. We’ve lots of patriots from Pakistan: The younger generation, Brits to a man. But some are Radicals I hear you say, We should be sending them on their way, Back to Asia where they belong, To the tunes of a UKIP song. So what is “British” we must ask, For this is not an easy task. Justice and Democracy I hear you shout, Tiny islands with some clout. Shakespeare, Beatles, Rugby Lions, Churchill clapping foes in irons. Let’s be glad that we are free And settle down to a cuppa tea. Paul Butters
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Nov 4, 2015
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Rule Britannia! PS there must be a character limit here as I did Not give Bombay a separate line myself.

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