MEMBER OF THIS CLUB. SIR?

Press, Volume CXI, Issue 32542, 27 February 1971, Page 16

MEMBER OF THIS CLUB. SIR?

(By

WHIM WHAM)

Commonwealth citizens to be exempted from control (under the Heath Government’s immigration bill, introduced in the House of Commons) will include those who qualify for British status by birth, adoption, nationality or registration or who have a parent or grandparent with such a link. This will mean mainly whites to be called patrials. . . Others in the new group classified as patrials would include those who have already settled and those with parents or grandparents bom in Britain. . .—News.

He wasn’t a genuine Briton, Not to the Bone, I mean. You could tell the Moment he opened his mouth, He was Something in-between. He was (as It were) a Boundah, Sir, And obviously, not QUITE. There was Something wrong, he didn’t belong, He only wished he might.

It wasn’t his Race or his Colour, He was white as Edward Heath (Of course We hate to discriminate), It was Something underneath, Like a PATRIAL, from the Colonies The Commonwealth, if you MUST Only, at Best, a classified Guest, British but only Just.

His Granny, on the mother’s Side, Was born at Little Muck Hole, A Village in Kent of Dutch Descent Which squeezed him through Control. He wriggled in, as a PATRIAL, By genealogical Chance, His Granny’s Luck for the poor old Duck Just missed being bom in France.

We let him in, as a PATRIAL, Raised to British Status, That’s Promotion, over the Ocean, That’s the Way they rate Us, Malaysians, Aussies, Canadians, Or Kiwis all forlorn, Running to Mother and asking each Other, WHERE was your Granny bora?