There was no doubt about it: Brendaâs parrot Polly was Vulgar with a capital V.
He had a mouth like a truck driver and was forever embarrassing her in front of friends and family.
She had adopted him 3 months earlier.
Brenda never used bad language, but imagined that Polly learned to swear from his previous owner.
One day, while she was entertaining the parish priest, Polly began to swear.
She was beside herself with embarrassment.
When the priest left she threatened to take the bird back to the shelter, but in reality she didnât have the heart.
Instead, she picked Polly up and said âListen up! You had better stop cursing, or else!â
But after a few minutes Polly began to utter profanities that would have made a sailor blush.
Later that week, Brenda had her mother-in-law over for lunch.
And of course Polly was his old foul-mouthed self.
Brenda was totally humiliated.
When her mother-in-law had gone, Brenda threatened to feed Polly to their cat.
But Polly was unimpressed and started to launch terrible ...
