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Jan 2022
bougt myself a parrot all he did was curse
every single day the swearing it got worse
the vicar he came around for his cup of tea
hoping that the parrot quiet he would be

then the parrot started he began to swear
the vicar he went red as he was sitting there
i was so embarresd didnt know what to say
vicar he walked out  said call another day

next time the vicar came took the parrot up the stair
covered up his cage so he wouldn swear
he was very quiet till the vicar he had gone
when i took his cover of is swearing carried on
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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