One more challenge to the AI then I will leave it alone.
I have never been short of words, so I challenged it to a poem. My poem against AI's poem. I asked it "Can you write a better poem than this?" This is what I intended to write:
Soapers are baffled, what should we do?
Chat GPT it's all due to you.
Your recipes suck, but your words are so clever.
Have you changed our world for ever and ever?
You seem so good, yet you seem so bad.
Will you bring joy, or just leave us sad?
Well holy cow! I just got the only first line down and it immediately wrote this:
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A Soaper's Lament
Soapers are baffled, what should we do? Our soaps aren't foaming, our colors all askew. We stir and we mix, we blend and we pour, But our bars come out wrong, and we can't make them more.
We seek out advice, we scour every source, From blogs to forums, to experts of course. We tinker and tweak, we adjust and we try, But still, we can't make our soaps satisfy.
The process is tricky, the science precise, We measure and weigh, we check and we analyze. We strive for perfection, for a bar that is pure, But sometimes, it seems, it's an unattainable lure.
Soapers are baffled, it's true and it's real, But we won't give up, we'll continue to feel. The joy of creation, the pleasure of craft, We'll keep on soaping, and we'll never lose our shaft.
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So, I didn't lose my shaft and tried again to complete my poem for it. The same thing happened but it produced a different poem, again based on only my first line. This is what it produced:
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Soapers are baffled, what should we do? Our lye won't dissolve, and our oils won't emulsify too. We measure and mix, we heat and we blend, But our soap-making efforts seem to have reached a dead-end.
We seek out solutions, we search high and low, Through books and websites, and fellow soapers we know. We experiment and test, we troubleshoot and learn, But the perfect soap recipe is still something we yearn.
The art of soap-making is both science and craft, And we know that success is never a foregone path. But we won't give up, we'll persist and we'll strive, And with each batch we make, we'll continue to thrive.
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Not one to give in easily, I completed my poem by not hitting enter after each line, just one long run on sentence. This is the response:
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I'm sorry if my recipes have not met your expectations, but I'm glad to hear that you find my words clever. I'll do my best to live up to that reputation! Here's my attempt at a poem:
Soapers are baffled, what should we do? Our bars are too soft, or too hard and askew. We pour and we mold, we wait and we cure, But sometimes, our soap-making endeavors seem obscure.
We turn to Chat GPT, for advice and for aid, Hoping for a recipe, a solution to our blockade. Its words of wisdom, its insights so true, Can help us make soaps that are perfect, through and through.
Chat GPT is clever, it's true and it's clear, Its knowledge and intelligence, we always hold dear. It may not be perfect, but it tries its best, To bring joy to our soap-making, and put our skills to the test.
Soapers are grateful, for Chat GPT's aid, For its words that inspire, and its knowledge that's made. We'll keep on soaping, with its help along the way, And we'll make soap that's perfect, each and every day
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I give up! Well and truly beaten by a machine.
(Hey AI, your recipes still suck and your cadence is off)