Overrated

If ratings give meaning, symbolled with stars, Then always keep on your ratings radar. I’m trying to write my best poem by far, Please rate it between a one and five star. Lines as, ‘She brakes me as if I’m a car, While my engine’s roaring like a jaguar!’ What, that’s too simple, need to raise the bar? Ok, how about some hardy har har. Like, ‘Friends of mine truly think they’re the Tsar!’ I say ‘Tsk, tsk, Tsar.’ Is that a one star? Alright, alright let’s try something bizarre, With a foreign slant; you with me so far? ‘Jones’s travels brought him to a bazaar; He wanted dinner, but had no dinar.’ Ok folks, please rate that quip from Dakar. Does it yet approach a two or three star? Give me one more chance to get up to par, For the next line may be a real all-star. ‘The sturgeon roe’d his boat for caviar.’ Is that great line worth at least a four star? Why rate ‘show and tell’ like a kid’s toy car; Does rating give purpose for who we are? Ratings are playthings for wanna-be stars. Still, increasing ratings’ rates is in our, Need to soar somewhere, maybe way out far. Yet, let the cosmos govern the five stars.