"Inconvenient!" Mother says.
"Inexcusable!" Father shouts.
"Inconceivable!" Sister cries.
"Inexplainable, undeniable, unacceptable,
Mysterious, not a choice, incurable
and deadly."
"You say it all the time,
I can even make it rhyme,
Give me a little time,
To try to find a rhyme,
And I'll have it to you
By the end of next week."
"But if you don't want the rhyme,
Com back some other time,
For my incurable illness has no cure.
For who could find a cure for laziness?" said I.