ChatGPT on Pears

 

The harvest at Rose Orchard Haus has moved onto pears this week. I am thrilled to find that this year they are unblemished and looking delicious.  Pears are harvested before they are ripe, cooled in the fridge for a week or two then put out at room temperature to ripen as you need them so I have not experienced their full deliciousness yet.  However, I have stewed some of the unripe pears which ripens them and they were lovely.

Shirley's comment on last week's post had me thinking about the ChatGPT AI robot that we are hearing so much about in the news lately. It had me wondering whether it is any good at creative writing. Here's the result:

Write a one stanza poem about pears

Juicy and sweet, with a tender flesh,

Pears, oh pears, a fruit so fresh,

In shades of green and gold they come,

A perfect snack, nature's own yum.

Make it more melancholy

Once ripe and plump, now soft and bruised,

Pears, oh pears, a fruit misused,

Left to wither, forgotten and forlorn,

A reminder of time, now passed and gone.

Make it more sexy

Sensual curves, a succulent shape,

Pears, oh pears, an alluring escape,

A juicy bite, so sweet and divine,

Satisfying cravings, one at a time.

I have to admit it is awfully clever but it is not a great poet.  I tried all sorts of ways to get it to write modern unrhymed verse but nothing would make it budge from its preference for ryhmed couplets.  I don't think the human writers and poets have to worry about their jobs just yet.