For the remainder of this year,
Now that our busy white season is so near,
I’m letting noetic AI go goblin mode,
Imbuing its oleoresinous lily with code.
It’s not as black as painted,
Unless one suffered anal glaucoma, and fainted.
To its Marconi kaleidoscope of rantipole reruns
I’ll add Dalliesque picture puns.
Will they resemble a naïve yunus at play,
Or deliver a dolmen of words of the day array
That might puzzle future generations
With its assertive mansplain conversations?
Chat.openai’s in jabberwocky mode:
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