Chat GPT Wests Tigers Poem

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Not sure how many of you have tried Chat GPT. Was mucking around with a mate (dirty Roosters fan) who asked it to write a poem about the maligned wests tigers. It was better than this. Here is what AI wrote this morning ….

Oh, the Wests Tigers, how they've fallen, Their fortunes dim, their hopes all sullen, No finals spot, no championship ring, Their recent past, a woeful thing.

Coaches come and coaches go, But the losses, they continue to flow, The team is lost, without a spark, Their future looks oh so dark.

And Luke Brooks, once a shining star, Now seen as terrible, way below par, His form has dropped, his skills have waned, The critics' voices, ever more pained.

The team is weak, the spirit low, Their fans, they wait, with hearts in tow, But the wins, they seem so out of reach, The Wests Tigers, they cannot breach.

Oh, the frustration, the pain, the woe, The team that once shone, now buried below, They fight on, with all their might, But it seems, victory is out of sight.

So here's to the Wests Tigers, Their struggles now, a harsh reminder, Of the ups and downs of the league, Of how quickly fortunes can fatigue
 
Not sure how many of you have tried Chat GPT. Was mucking around with a mate (dirty Roosters fan) who asked it to write a poem about the maligned wests tigers. It was better than this. Here is what AI wrote this morning ….

Oh, the Wests Tigers, how they've fallen, Their fortunes dim, their hopes all sullen, No finals spot, no championship ring, Their recent past, a woeful thing.

Coaches come and coaches go, But the losses, they continue to flow, The team is lost, without a spark, Their future looks oh so dark.

And Luke Brooks, once a shining star, Now seen as terrible, way below par, His form has dropped, his skills have waned, The critics' voices, ever more pained.

The team is weak, the spirit low, Their fans, they wait, with hearts in tow, But the wins, they seem so out of reach, The Wests Tigers, they cannot breach.

Oh, the frustration, the pain, the woe, The team that once shone, now buried below, They fight on, with all their might, But it seems, victory is out of sight.

So here's to the Wests Tigers, Their struggles now, a harsh reminder, Of the ups and downs of the league, Of how quickly fortunes can fatigue
💩, Cyberdyne is going to take over.
 
Just one more …

Once last on the ladder, their spirits low, The Wests Tigers were searching for a glow, A fresh start, a new hope, a chance to grow, And so they recruited, to make it so.

A new coach, one who knew the club well, He returned with a vision, a tale to tell, Of a team that could rise, with the right spell, Of a future that could be, a tale to sell.

They brought in talent, to boost their ranks, New blood, new fire, to counter the tanks, And with the old guard, they formed new panks, To make their opponents, quake with thanks.

But still, they lack the halves to lead, To guide them forward, to make them succeed, The search continues, for those who can feed, The fire that burns, that's desperate to exceed.
 
Blows my mind the things ai can do these days
 
The Wests Tigers, fierce and strong. But alas, it was not their day, As the Broncos proved them wrong.

The fans all groaned and shook their heads, As their team suffered defeat. While the Tigers stood in disbelief, Feeling the sting of their own defeat.

The players gave it their all and more, But sometimes it's just not enough. And as the final whistle blew, The Broncos' domination was tough.

But though they got flogged, the Tigers know, That defeat is not the end. They'll come back stronger, we all believe, And rise from this loss again.

For in defeat, they'll learn and grow, And strive to be the best. The Wests Tigers, fierce and strong, Will come back and pass this test.
 
Maybe it can work out a plan to get us some wins. Ask it for a game plan because it seems no one on the team has one.
 
Just one more …

Once last on the ladder, their spirits low, The Wests Tigers were searching for a glow, A fresh start, a new hope, a chance to grow, And so they recruited, to make it so.

A new coach, one who knew the club well, He returned with a vision, a tale to tell, Of a team that could rise, with the right spell, Of a future that could be, a tale to sell.

They brought in talent, to boost their ranks, New blood, new fire, to counter the tanks, And with the old guard, they formed new panks, To make their opponents, quake with thanks.

But still, they lack the halves to lead, To guide them forward, to make them succeed, The search continues, for those who can feed, The fire that burns, that's desperate to exceed.

And then the fans die.
A new breed to take their side
Then they die.
Then a new breed takes their side.
Wests tigers dna.
 

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