I asked AI to write me a poem about chickens, I found it very touching:
Ode to the Backyard Queens
In the hush of dawn they take the stage,
Small queens of coop and wire-bound cage.
With amber eyes and scarlet crowns,
They rule the dust of barnyard towns.
They scratch the earth with patient feet,
Turn hidden worlds in search of treat—
A beetle’s gleam, a fallen seed,
The simple wealth of daily need.
Their gossip hums in cluck and trill,
Soft as rain on window sill.
A feathered parliament convened
Where every crumb is closely screened.
At noon they bask in golden light,
Plumes aglow, a humble sight.
Then sudden—thunder, brief and bright—
A frantic flap of comic flight.
And when at last the daylight thins,
They tuck their beaks beneath their chins.
Dreaming, perhaps, of endless grain
And sun-warmed dust and summer rain.
Oh chickens, plain and yet profound,
You stitch your peace into the ground.
In every egg, in every call,
You offer quiet life to all.
that line is really bad. Almost as bad as the chewed up eraser line 
AI isn’t as sophisticated as I thought. Don’t tell Tudybot
