A story of a jammer

Hi! I decided to write a poem about the story of a jammer.

A jammer once joined Jamaa,
He looked for fun, so yah.
He wasn´t looking for a rare,
And had no intention to be unfair.
This jammer entered the town,
Not knowing he would soon go down,
He bought some stuff,
A table, a chair and an elf cuff.
But the cuffs came on clearance,
And although he only minded the appearance,
He wanted some fame,
So rares became his aim.
The cuffs stoped being sold,
And the jammer had got hold,
Of a few of them,
And he saw how rares came.
He wore them all the time,
And started thinking he was sublime.
He became delighted
Of with rares being sighted.
But we hadnt had enough,
And became more tough,
He had mean thoughts
His heart started to rot.
One day a hat came out
And he heard a tiger shout
"Hey, what for it?"
The jammer thought about the benefit.
The tiger had not been told
That the rare had been resold
The jammer gave him the hat
In returned for a beta mat
The tiger deleted the jammer,
When he found out he was a scammer.
But the jammer didnt care
He just wanted another rare
The jammer was now obsessed
And some passwords he guessed
He scammed and hacked
Every animal he attacked.
One of his buddys, a seal,
Didn´t think it was a good deal,
"You just want fame"
"You are ruining the game"
The seal had a lot of friends,
And and he offends
When he sees a scam
All he wants is to have fun.
But the jammer didn´t mind
He just opined
That rares were all,
He was starting to fall.
He continued, unaware
Of how important friends were
He traded and traded
And with his rares he paraded.
He just send trade requests
His buddies were less
He asked for things
Rares were his dreams
To this his buddy replied
"My friend, " he cried
"Oh but darn,
why do you want to cause any harm"
And then, like a great beam
he saw what rares had done to him
Now he had realised
He started to appologise.
He said sorry,
now he had no worry,
His friends came with him again
And he could enjoy the game.
He went to the town,
Kept friends number one,
Some rares he kept,
Buddys he started to accept.
So this is the narration,
Of how a jammer got attention,
And at the end
No more rares he yearned.
So remember, friends are first.
All over the place they are dispersed
You just have to find them
And you will enjoy this game.

Did you like that? In case you dont understand, it explains how rares can transform people, and how ou have to put friends over rares and just Jam on. :)