Don't make me do PE,
I've got a cold you see.
can't do route marches,
As I've got fallen arches.
get easily out of breath.
Running would be my death.
don't have any doubt,
Cross country, well that's out.
Don't make me compete,
Because I've got flat feet.
Please just let me off,
As I've got a little cough
It wouldn't do at all,
For me to play football.
Nor would it be the ticket,
For me to play at cricket.
I know that at tennis,
I would be quite the menace.
I'm really not that tough,
Yes, Rugby's far too rough.
I'm just a wimp you see,
So please don't punish me.
I know its got your goat
But I really have a note.
I've brought it from my mum,
Cause I've got a jippy tum.
So hear my plea I pray,
Don't make me play games today.
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