They’re heading for the tunnel
They don’t know when they’ll be back
They are lost on the M20…. in “operation stack”
Those migrant camps of SUV’s deprived of life’s necessities
The Mail it screams “IT CANNOT BE?”
Just look at this poor family
They REALLY REALLY need a wee
The i-pad‘s out of charge and the kids are getting cranky
Its a crisis we can all relate
A traffic jam when we choose to migrate
A holiday starting ONE DAY LATE
They wait and wait and wait and wait and wait
to leave this fetid swamp of hate
To le shuttle
From le shit hole
Through Trou de cul
La Channel Tunnel
To that welcome land where they are free
That poolside villa in Tuscany
You have our prayers and sympathies
(You booked it all Air B&B)
You wretched,
hopeless,
refugees