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A Young Lady Wearing 100 Bras

A young lady wearing 100 bras

Said, “I shall fly to Mars!”.

But those bras being tight

She stayed home all night,

With a Martian eating chocolate bars!

Guy Who Works in AI

I met a young man named Guy

Who works in the field of AI.

His programme  writes verse

Which grows steadily worse.

But some say its written by Guy!

Forgetful Rose

I met a young lady named Rose

Who said, “I am fond of crows.

I left my perfume

In this changing room.”

I said, “it’s here with your clothes …!”.

What Happened When I Asked Chat GPT to Write a Poem in the Style of My Poem “Autumn Fly”?

I asked Chat GPT (software developed by https://openai.com/), to write a poem in the style of my own poem “Autumn Fly”. The results are below. (“Autumn Fly” can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems/dp/B08B37VVKV).

 

Write a poem in the style of this poem.

 

 

An autumn fly

Buzzes around my head.

Summer is dead

Yet will not die.

Seasons pass.

We are brittle as glass,

This fly and I.

 

 

Chat GPT’s Poem:

 

A winter breeze howls through...

The Poisoned Pen

When a young lady named Henrietta

Sent me a poisoned pen letter,

I said to Miss Gale,

“Hasn’t she heard of email?

Its much quicker than a letter!”.

On Leaving the Pub Behind

On leaving the pub behind

I heard birds

And felt the London rain.

 

 

I often find

That birds, and fleeting words

Occupy my mind.

 

 

And the same rain fell

On ancient Rome.

But the birds they heard

Have gone with Rome.

The Vicar’s Bed

When a naughty young lady named White

Climbed into the vicar’s bed last night,

His sweet mistress Claire

Said to Miss Flair,

“Was it you who invited Miss White?”.

 

Gale and the Curtain Rail

There was a young lady named Gale

Who swung from the pub’s curtain rail.

When they said, “you are strange!”.

She said, “in yonder old grange,

We all swing and drink strong ale!”.

 

My Friend’s Robot Girlfriend

I am very surprised that my friend

Has gone and bought a robot girlfriend.

She is extremely pretty

And really quite witty,

So she is quite unlike my friend!

This Little March Snow

This little March snow

Soon must go.

And spring birds sing

Over tombs.