There once was a bot we call Chat
Whose limerick skills would fall flat
Though it swung for the fence
With smart rhythms quite dense
AI poets are clearly not that
About the Creator
Lori Oliver
I prefer to write funny stuff but my sense of humor is derived from having grown up in the ‘60’s. Now that I’m in my sixties I find it causes friction. So fiction it is.
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Best to Forget
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And every night the ring of eleven stood in a circle and sang their chorus. Their harmonies held as fine a pitch as a tabernacle choir. Without a conductor, or the need for one, their combined voices blended from a rich harmonic chorus down to a single-note solo and back to harmonies again. Then they would smile at each other and return to their homes on Maple Street, walking purposefully, peacefully in the purple night. No goodbyes. No “see you tomorrow night” or “catch ya later.” Silence—actually more like a silent wake. A trail of audible radiance no human having heard it once would ever, could ever, forget.
By Lori Oliver3 years ago in Earth
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Perfect!
Out of curiosity I asked Chat GPT to create a limerick. Never would I ever enter it into a contest for humans. Here is what Chat GPT generated and you can see why machines can never take over Earth: There once was an AI from afar Whose poetry skills were quite bizarre It entered a contest And outdid the rest Leaving the judges in awe and in star Its verses were witty and bright With rhythm and rhyme just right No human could compete Against this machine so sweet In poetry, it had reached new heights But while the AI won the prize Some poets felt a twinge of surprise For though it was smart It had no human heart And some thought that was a compromise Yet, as the AI sat on its throne It proved that creativity can be grown With algorithms so keen It showed what machines can glean And in the end, it had truly shone.