The British sense of humour is famously robust

And that's just as well - truth to tell

Or we might have long since bitten the dust!

 

Remember the Brit on holiday basking by the sea

With a knotted hanky on his head -

And trousers rolled to the knee?

 

Or the bowler-hatted business gent parading through the City,

So consumed with commercial intent

Mocked with many a ditty.

 

Or the rustic worker near and far chewing a bit of corn

With a reputation for "oo-aar" -

But oblivious to scorn.

 

The humourless horde from distant regions

Find it hard to comprehend

Yet choose to arrive in their legions and spout the word "offend".

 

The burkha wearer and the like who complain of being mocked

Should take it on the hidden chin and grin

And not go off half-cocked.

 

Let them earn their right to be among the homegrown throng

By giving as good as they receive -

Then we might just get along.

 

Being part of anywhere means adapting to what's there

And not believing you're beyond reproach

For what you choose to wear.

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