DA IMMIGRA-SHUN!

Dis be Dr Bob of da Kinston Masses. Respect. ()

Me foe is da immigra-shun in da U.K. Dey don't got respect for Da Mon, mon. Dey will not let me take me Poison Floowah into da England-land, mon. Dey say she got to have da rabies shot if she want to come wid Da Mon to visit me family in Brixton. Now me Poison Floowah don't want no shots. She be fly wid da Vet-Mon, but she doon't want no rabies shot. And even if I talked her into da rabies shot, she would have to wait SIX MONTHS before she could go to Brixton! Dis be not uptoon top rankin', mon. Da Immigra-shun not be fly wid me Poison Floowah.

Anudder reason why me dont' like Da Immigra-shun is on account of da fact dat dey won't let me Oncle John into da England-land at all. Dey don't even offer him da rabies shot! Dis be sum-ting ta do wid a little bit of business he got into when he was on holiday in Wales in 1977. Me don't got no details, but me tinks dat me Oncle John is uptoon, and dat Da Immigr-shun is being racialist wid Me Mon.

But da main reason I don't like Da Immigra-shun is because dey don't let me take me hoom-groon into da England-land. Dey always say to me; 'Dr Bob, has you got anything to declare?' and I say; 'Respect. I got me threads, me Dancehall and me hoom-groon.' And then they take me hoom-groon away and put me in a room for six hours. Why they do this, mon? I is being honest and up-standing citizen and be telling the truth. I got nutting to hide, mon. But dey still take away me hoom-groon, and me got to get it off me Cousin William in Brixton (what probably bought it off da Customs Mon anyway.)