you smell of poo
Putin invaded Ukraine
I hope Florida is next

You didn't manage to rhyme the words right,
and this is what that I detest.
You should improve the poems that you write
and make these problems now addressed.

You need not listen to my advice now,
I'm only doing this to aid you.
But if you want to improve, this is how.
I really wouldn't like to argue.

(This is my attempt at trying to offer advice in poem form.)

America and Florida are far away
The armies cannot invade a single bay
Florida is hot, while Siberia is cold
To them, it's so hot, they couldn't hold

Roses are red
Grover is blue
Hopefully he'll take
California too