coryn
In the Brooder
I'm sure that many of you have experienced chickens digging up your garden given half a chance.
I was playing with ChatGPT, an AI being tested online. I asked it to write a poem about chickens digging in the garden. It's hilariously perfect and a rather frightening that an AI wrote it. I searched online for parts of the poem and did not find it to be plagiarized.
Chickens, pecking and scratching
In the garden, they're happily hatching
A plan to dig up every last root
And leave behind, an unsightly pursuit
The once-lush veggies, now lie in ruin
A victim of the chickens, and their stubborn doin'
But still they carry on, with single-minded glee
Determined to make a mess, of all they see
But despite the destruction, they bring to the land
There's a certain charm, in their scrappy band
they strut and preen, with nary a worry
They remind us all, to never be in a hurry
So here's to the chickens, and their love of the dirt
May they continue to dig, with all their heart.
I was playing with ChatGPT, an AI being tested online. I asked it to write a poem about chickens digging in the garden. It's hilariously perfect and a rather frightening that an AI wrote it. I searched online for parts of the poem and did not find it to be plagiarized.
Chickens, pecking and scratching
In the garden, they're happily hatching
A plan to dig up every last root
And leave behind, an unsightly pursuit
The once-lush veggies, now lie in ruin
A victim of the chickens, and their stubborn doin'
But still they carry on, with single-minded glee
Determined to make a mess, of all they see
But despite the destruction, they bring to the land
There's a certain charm, in their scrappy band
they strut and preen, with nary a worry
They remind us all, to never be in a hurry
So here's to the chickens, and their love of the dirt
May they continue to dig, with all their heart.
