Forget it!
You must be kidding
my brain hurts
my dad says poetry kills me
my cat did his business on it
an alien took my pencils
my hands got cut off
my book got sold on trade me
my book got chewing gum inĀ it
i don’t know what poetry is
What are you talking about
you want me to write poetry
all I have is a dumb list of excuses.
By Harry.