Forget it
You must be kidding
I don’t have any rhythm.
I don’t know how to rhyme.
My desk is squeaking.
I am hungry.
I have no ideas.
My pencil is broken.
And I don’t have a sharpener.
My stomach is hurting, and I think I need to use the restroom.
Time’s up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?