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.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC
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.
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