Poetry

Sunday, 27 April 2025

3 million boats

Somewhere on the coast of Portland Bill:

A:" Look out the window, there's 3 million boats "

B: "3 million boats! 3 million boats!

They're coming, They're coming

The Armarda floats

With lots migrants on them"


They'll be crying

How much is that boat?

I want to buy one

I'm going to invade a British island


Oh row, row, row your boat

Immigrants looking for asylum

Here they come to breach our coast

land upon our island


It's the Empire of the migrant

Who wish to bring their need

To the door of the motherland

Of the commonwealth of greed


Look out you mothers, get your guns

And lock up your daughters

They are criminals on the run

Trying to dock in our waters


Throw down boiling oil

Castigate and slander

And in the press, charge the rest

With economics of  a bystander


A: "No, no I said Look out the window

3 men in a boat"

B: "Oh, yes, that's nice isn't it

Thank goodness for that

Let's go out and great them"

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