Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

And while you're at it give me a few vials of steroids,

A couple of nose jobs, a boob job and bottom lift,

Give me the family whitegoods welcome pack with the 54” plasma no smaller thanks

Give me welfare for life, free medical and dental

And the right to practice my traditional artforms

of arson and blowing stuff up  when I get a bit frustrated

Now go and do my washing.

A nose for the new life in Australia

(Porter!   That better not get scratched, you can only buy that in Paris you know)

He's got the look.

All weather all terrain fighting machine

Got my hair done nice in that little salon in Indonesia for the trip on the boat.   Think I'll fly back once I get my Visa, so cheap shopping there.

Don't worry T-shirt lady, thanks to Australian taxpayers you are 100% correct.

Persecution paddock's got pretty good grass.