Roast Poem

In the ring, you think you're a star,
But your punchlines miss—by far!
With rhymes so weak, they barely land,
I could roast you better with a rubber band.

Your style's so old, it's collecting dust,
In this battle, you’re simply a bust.
So step aside, let the real champs play,
‘Cause in this roast, you’re just yesterday!