A Poem about Flamers? Do you actually call THAT a poem?

Flamers
Why do some viewers;
Always flame;
Why do they say some stories;
Are so lame;
It hurts the author’s feelings;
It makes them mad;
When flamers say;
Their stories are bad;
Are they mean;
Are they bored;
Do they have no life;
Are they crazy or mad;
If they are;
That’s really sad;
So to all you flamers;
Try to be polite;
And don’t shun;
And as you could see;
This poem is done!

Can you call this poetry? This is not poetry, for goodness sake. This is a paragraph about flamers, with pathetic attempts to rhyme, with the author pressing "enter" at regular intervals.

I say pathetic attempts to rhyme, because this author is unable to come up with other words to rhyme with sad, bad or mad. She is also incapable, it seems, of using a thesaurus to find another word for sad, and from there, taking the synonym of sad and finding a word that rhymes with it. And how on earth does sad rhyme with polite? Or bored rhyme with mad?

This has happened as there is also something called a stanza, which this disgruntled author has obviously failed to realize.

Here is the same poem after I divided it into stanzas, under the assumption that it was four lines to a stanza.

Flamers

Why do some viewers;
Always flame;
Why do they say some stories;
Are so lame;

It hurts the author’s feelings;
It makes them mad;
When flamers say;
Their stories are bad;

Are they mean;
Are they bored;
Do they have no life;
Are they crazy or mad;

If they are;
That’s really sad;
So to all you flamers;
Try to be polite;
And don’t shun;
And as you could see;
This poem is done!

And even then, it still did not make sense. So I divided it again.

Flamers .

Why do some viewers;
Always flame;
Why do they say some stories;
Are so lame;

It hurts the author’s feelings;
It makes them mad;
When flamers say;
Their stories are bad;

Are they mean;
Are they bored;
Do they have no life;
Are they crazy or mad;
If they are;
That’s really sad;

So to all you flamers;
Try to be polite;
And don’t shun;
And as you could see;
This poem is done!

After the second time, the content made sense. But it became apparent that the author knows nothing about stanzas, considering that the number of lines in a stanza changed from four to six to five.

She has also no consistency with the format of the poem, which at a short glance, I assumed to be ABCB with four lines to a stanza, which means that the last words of the second and fourth lines rhyme and the first and third do not rhyme with each other or with the second and fourth lines.

And, Russia, she cannot write epic sonnets. A sonnet is a poem of fourteen lines that follows a strict rhyming scheme and specific structure. We shall be left to doubt that she will be able to follow said strict rhyming scheme and specific structure considering her obvious inability to be consistent with following a format, or to even use a proper rhyming scheme in the first place.

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