Bad poetry with chatgpt
Supplementary material for E110 – Wee Free Men Pt 3.
Please write me a poem on The Tay Bridge Disaster
Oh, the night was dark and stormy,
As the train approached the Tay,
With passengers unaware,
Of the danger on their way.
The bridge stood tall and proud,
Spanning the water below,
But the wind was fierce and howling,
And the waves were starting to grow.
The train made its way across,
As the bridge began to sway,
And the passengers felt the fear,
As the structure gave way.
The water below was black,
And the screams were deafening loud,
As the train plunged into the depths,
And the tragedy unfolded.
The Tay Bridge Disaster,
A moment frozen in time,
A tribute to the power of nature,
And the fragility of mankind.
We remember those who lost their lives,
On that fateful winter’s night,
And honor the bravery of those,
Who fought to make things right.
May we learn from this tragedy,
And never forget the cost,
Of underestimating the forces of nature,
And the lives that can be lost.
Can you make it reminiscent of the style of William McGonagall?
Certainly, here’s a version that pays homage to the unique style of William McGonagall:
‘Twas a dark and stormy night,
The train was crossing Tay,
The passengers on board, so brave,
But they were doomed that day.
The bridge was high and proud,
It spanned the waters wide,
But the wind was fierce and howling,
And the waves were on the rise.
The train kept going forward,
As the bridge began to sway,
And passengers could hear the creaking,
As it gave way that day.
The water below was black,
And the screams were deafening loud,
As the train plunged into depths,
And tragedy did abound.
The Tay Bridge Disaster,
A moment we won’t forget,
The power of nature on display,
And lives that were lost, alas.
We mourn the ones who passed away,
On that fateful winter’s night,
And honor the brave who tried to save,
And make things right.
May we learn from this sad tale,
Of nature’s fury and might,
And always remember the cost,
Of lives that can be lost in the night.
Can you write a poem about Tan Lin in the style of William McGonagall?
Certainly! Here’s a poem about Tan Lin in the style of William McGonagall:
Oh, Tan Lin, the writer, so wise,
His work, it truly mesmerizes,
From poetry to essays profound,
His voice, it echoes all around.
He sees the world in a unique way,
And through his writing
Sorry, I meant Tam Lin
I see, my apologies! Here’s a revised poem about Tam Lin in the style of William McGonagall:
Oh, Tam Lin, a tale of old,
A Scottish legend, oft retold,
Of a fair maiden and a brave knight,
And a love that withstood dark night.
In Carterhaugh, the maiden went,
And there she met a handsome gent,
Tam Lin, a knight of fairy lore,
Who captured her heart evermore.
But Tam Lin was not all he seemed,
For he was bound by fairy fiends,
And only by a maiden fair,
Could he be freed from their cruel snare.
The maiden, with her love so true,
Took hold of Tam Lin, and held on through,
As fairy knights and maidens danced,
And the wind whistled and fate advanced.
But with her wit and steadfast heart,
The maiden won her love from the fairy’s part,
And Tam Lin was freed at last,
From the fairy queen’s hold, so fast.
Oh, Tam Lin, a tale so dear,
Of love and magic, and no fear,
A legend that will forever shine,
In the hearts and minds of all time.
