My parents bought a parrot
and I taught it how to speak.
I wish I’d also taught it
when to shut its noisy beak.

It told my little brother
I considered him a sook
and then informed my sister
that I’d scribbled on her book.

I thought it might have finished
but it still had more to say.
It told my dad I hadn’t
done the homework for the day.

It told my mum her perfume
had a most peculiar smell
then added that her hairstyle
didn’t suit her very well.

Our parrot’s clearly clever
and it’s been a breeze to teach.
It’s made amazing progress
since it’s learnt the art of speech.

But now I have a problem
that’s undoubtedly occurred
because of my confessions
to this brash, outspoken bird.

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