You say I can’t write,
Come on, let’s fight.
Let’s use our pencils as swords
Go on, cast your wards.
It’s a battle of words.
Get ready, set, go,
This is a competition, you know.
That’s all you got?
Your poetry can rot,
Mine’s certainly better than yours.
I’ll be a good sport
And not take you to court,
For wasting that tree
Because paper isn’t free
And that eraser isn’t either.
Maybe with time,
Your poetry will be fine,
But now it needs serious work
And in the shadows it should lurk
Until it’s bearable
Haha!

You finally took words and made them rhyme without forcing them to. I really love the first two stanzas those were the best.
keep writing like this and you'll go very far. As always keep writing! 