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Better Luck Next Year
- Feb 1, 2019
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AI will put me out of business.So I asked ChatGPT to write a poem about the Jets and our best players, in iambic pentameter.
The result:
With Ehlers' speed, and Schiefele's hand,
The Jets take flight, across the land.
Connor, fierce, with shots so true,
A force to be reckoned, in the Jets' blue.
Hellebuyck, between the pipes he stands,
Defending Jets' goal, with steady hands.
And Morrissey, strong and steady too,
He anchors the defense, the team's backbone through and through.
With these five stars, the Jets take flight,
Their skills and grit, a fearsome sight.
For Winnipeg, they'll always play,
With hearts of champions, every day.
The Stanley Cup, the ultimate prize,
The Jets will fight, with all their might.
To raise it high, in victory,
For Winnipeg, a glorious sight to see.
So let us raise our voices high,
For Ehlers, Schiefele, Connor, Hellebuyck,
Morrissey and the Cup our pride.
The Jets are here to stay,
With victory, their ultimate goal to lock.
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Then I asked it to write a villanelle about the Leafs' losing ways:
The Leafs from Toronto, once so grand,
But now a joke, across the land.
First round exits, year after year,
Their drought, the longest, without a peer.
Though many seasons come and go,
The Leafs still fail to make it so,
To lift the Cup and hear the cheers,
Despite the media's fawning leers.
They've got the talent, that's for sure,
But something's missing, that's the lure.
Perhaps the Cup, it's not meant to be,
For Leafs in Toronto, eternally.
Though Leafs fans hope, and pray and wait,
For the day, their team will dominate.
But years go by, and still they lose,
Their Cup drought, forever to choose.
It still needs (or benefits from) guidance... I did ask it to tweak the Toronto poem ("make the first verse funnier, and add something about the media fawning over them" after its first attempt!). It's more like a time-saver tool.AI will put me out of business.
It still needs (or benefits from) guidance... I did ask it to tweak the Toronto poem ("make the first verse funnier, and add something about the media fawning over them" after its first attempt!). It's more like a time-saver tool.
So I decided to ask ChatGPT to write a poem just for you:
An Ode to Kanadalainen, the Muse of the Ice
Oh, Kanadalainen! Thou bring'st the light,
To our dreary game days, with thy pen's might.
Thou art the bard of the Winnipeg Jets,
With verse so rich, it forgets all our frets.
Thou bring'st the colors of the rainbow bright,
To the threads that would otherwise be a dreary sight.
Thou lift'st our spirits, as if by magic spell,
And we are all entranced, as in a fairy tale.
But now thou art worried, that thy days may wane,
That technology shall replace thee, and all shall be in vain.
But fear not, dear poet, for thou hast a gift so rare,
That no machine shall match, thou art beyond compare.
Thou art the soul of the game, and that shall never die,
For though AI may come, thy verse shall forever be nigh.
So, hold thy head up high, and take comfort in thy art,
For thou hast a special place, in the hearts of every fan's heart.
So, here's to thee, Kanadalainen, the bard of the ice,
May thy verse ever flourish, and bring joy and light and spice.
For thou art the poet, of the Winnipeg Jets,
And our game days would be dull, without thee, in our nets.