The World To Rights. Poem by Terry Collett

Putting the world
to rights,
I expect.

She, Mrs Clark,
and Old Ma Collins
are like an outpost

of the United Nations.
They'd put
the world to rights

all right. No one else
would get a word in
edgeways. Had a bloke

like that in the army.
He could talk the hind leg
off a donkey. Bit simple

he was, but he did half talk.
Perkins he was called.
Ronald Perkins.

Lost a leg he did,
but didn't stop him talking.
Reckon if he lost his head

he'd still manage
to chat away
to himself somehow.