Our parrot, Polly, says a word
I’m not allowed to say,
and when she does, it’s plain to see,
it ruins my parents’ day.
When Polly says that nasty word,
it causes Mom to shriek,
”You really are a rotten bird!
I ought to glue your beak!”
When Polly says that filthy word,
in front of dear old Dad,
his face will turn the darkest red
because he’s boiling mad.
My parents say that Polly got
that word from our TV.
What they don’t know is that she
learned that dirty word from me!
This poem was originally published in 2001 in my poetry book, The New Toe: Poems To Tickle Your Funnybone