No Can Do

I know I’m a total party-pooper.
But there’s no way
I can go to Red Lobster.
I have to stay home.
I have to rest.
I can’t move.

Chip is like:
‘How come you don’t want to
to go out anyplace?’

I’m this huge moose
with no hair,
a cheapo wig and cancer.
And I’m supposed to go
and eat a Seafood Platter?
No can do.