A Slam Pam Kill-O-Gram

Sit down clown and drown your sound bubble before I puncture it with my slam, I'll show you an epic wham bam epigram 'cus I am the lion and you're a lamb, your jam lacked glam like expired meet attached to smelly feet and moldy ham, It was so lame that I wonder if you're insane, maybe you should book an exam. You added to the pain in my brain with each row as the flow wasn't on show, you managed to increase the decrease over again and couldn't maintain a glow, the lightbulb is dim or needs replacing because you're disgracing poetry with below average rhymes that set a new standard of previously unobtainable shallow. You don't seem to know it but trust me you're either rusty or just no poet, it's time to pack it in or relentlessly practice and stop the plummet, I've noticed you're a little bit hopeless so I'm hiding the rope so you know it, you came along for the ride, lost your pride, so go and hide but suicide don't commit.