Tolerant Level, you've peaked, and now it's all downhill --
With your wack wavy lines, you've got nothing but clown skill,
No, scratch that, clowns kill just about everything you did,
They may be silly, but your rhyme is just stupid.
"Syllables" don't rhyme with "evils" but you've got too many of both things,
You're lucky you're nothing, so pity holds back my loathing.
You sound so gay, I'll call you a homophone --
Now get out of this place and leave me alone.