Thanks for the chuckle! (But point of order, Tubby isn't "from" Alabama; he lives in Florida; doesn't even own property in Alabama any more... do they call Alabama the dumbest state?)
Our govt should remove our generals, commie and not, from Alabama -- along with all our military institutions there -- to a state where the military personnel can get health care.
I kind of want to interpret this as a John Henry-esque throwdown and write a takedown of Trump in Iambic pentameter, but I'm packing up to move! Maybe a Haiku?
There once was a dense man named Tommy
From a state where the weather was balmy
He couldn't word good
or pass laws as he should
but insists that our generals are commie.
🔥 Maggie!!!!!!!
Thanks for the chuckle! (But point of order, Tubby isn't "from" Alabama; he lives in Florida; doesn't even own property in Alabama any more... do they call Alabama the dumbest state?)
Our govt should remove our generals, commie and not, from Alabama -- along with all our military institutions there -- to a state where the military personnel can get health care.
So I know this isn't a poem about Tommy and it was written by ChatGPT, but it was just too good not to share.
Prompt: Write a poem about the dangers of Donald Trump.
"""
In the halls of power, a figure did arise,
A man with words that could mesmerize,
But in his wake, dangers did unfurl,
A cautionary tale of the Trumpian whirl.
With promises bold, he took the stage,
A divisive leader in this modern age,
Yet as he led, his actions did harm,
The dangers of Donald Trump, a cause for alarm.
His rhetoric sharp, his tweets a storm,
Fanning the flames of discord and scorn,
A nation divided, its unity frayed,
The dangers of Trump, in shadows displayed.
Distrust in science, denial of fact,
Undermining truth, a dangerous act,
In a world that craves leadership strong,
The dangers of Trump, they lingered on.
In foreign affairs, a reckless hand,
Affecting alliances, a shifting sand,
Uncertainty reigned, as allies wondered,
The dangers of Trump, as chaos thundered.
His immigration stance, a heated debate,
Families torn apart, at the border's gate,
Humanity questioned, compassion strained,
The dangers of Trump, a stain remained.
But dangers persist beyond his time,
In the hearts and minds of a nation's climb,
For lessons learned, we must not forget,
The dangers of Trump, a cautionary vignette.
In democracy's name, we must unite,
To protect our values, ensure what's right,
For in the dangers of Trump, we find the call,
To safeguard our democracy, lest it should fall.
So heed this warning, in history's span,
To cherish the values upon which we stand,
The dangers of Trump, a chapter to learn,
In the ongoing journey, for truth to discern.
"""
I kind of want to interpret this as a John Henry-esque throwdown and write a takedown of Trump in Iambic pentameter, but I'm packing up to move! Maybe a Haiku?
The Orange Narcissus
Casually loos'd contagions
Of our souls, and lungs.
Just for you, Maggie (and, well, everyone else that can read this).
Prompt: "Write a John Henry-esque takedown of Donald Trump in iambic pentameter."
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Response:
"""
In days of yore, a man named John did stand,
With hammer strong in his relentless hand.
He faced a foe, a mighty steam machine,
A challenge like none other ever seen.
.
But I'll recount a tale of modern day,
A man named Trump, who sought to have his way.
With words and tweets, he rumbled through the land,
A self-proclaimed and brashly bold grandstand.
.
He claimed to build a wall, a towering feat,
To keep out those he saw as thieves and cheats.
But walls of words, they cannot truly stand,
Against the tide of history's sweeping hand.
.
He promised jobs and growth, a golden age,
But often left a bitter, divisive rage.
With rhetoric that stirred the darkest fears,
He stoked the flames of anger, hate, and tears.
.
In tweets and speeches, he'd oft loudly boast,
But often left the truth and facts engrossed.
A blustering bravado, all for show,
While truth and honesty were left to go.
.
So let us learn from John of days of old,
Who battled with his hammer, strong and bold.
A lesson that a boastful, empty claim,
Can't stand against the truth's enduring flame.
.
In iambic verse, this tale I weave and tell,
Of Trump's tumultuous and brassy swell.
A cautionary note for all to see,
That bluster can't outshine reality.
Oh no!!!
How woke.
There's a Tommy/Ramaswamy rhyme out there waiting to be found.
Nice poem, I do hope you did not write that on a U.S. Navy aircraft carrier?
Limerick Wars. Help us!
lol
"Woke! Librul elitists be hatin' on our foobaw coach! That stuff don't make no sense!"
In other words, you hurt their feelings. Well played.
He’ll never forget the day he read a book.
....
The day he read a book,
He can’t remember when,
But one o’ these days he’s going to do it again!
https://youtu.be/kCQ0CUXjADQ?si=h_JyO0N5zkIG1Ote
Wonderful! I believe you could’ve also gone with the “people are balmy.”
That would be “barmy”
It would be "nuckin futz" but that doesn't rhyme.
Sure he is from Alabama, far from.
Doesn't that count as balmy? (Honestly, both places are far too humid for my tastes).
A limerick has been done do here’s a Clarihew:
Tommie the tuber
Hated Uber, and cursed the military
For being literary