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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Putting the world to rights. thanks.