THE PARROT
by Edward Lucie-Smith ©
The parrot is a thief.
No word
Is safe in earshot
Of that bird.
He picks it up.
He turns it round.
He croaks.
He tries it out for sound
And then he says it,
Loud and clear,
And all the neighbours
Know you swear.
I keep my distance from parrots. One bit me once and drew blood. They look at me with those little beady eyes...lol.