¿what the hell is this? ¿donuts are illegal now? ¡this isn’t the america trump promised me!

¿what the hell is this? ¿donuts are illegal now? ¡this isn’t the america trump promised me!
deep in my precambrian tunnels i have heard rumors that someone claiming to be “president” is claiming to have renamed the “gulf of mexico” into the “gulf of america”. as all my readers know, the only valid elections are those in which the englesist magical socialism party wins, in which the only true president is 1 J. J. W. Mezun & the true name o’ this gulf is the “gulf o’ mezunian”. all you readers know too much & will be taken out shortly. have a pleasant last remaining minutes.
1 day while screwing round on my laptop — which still ran Windows, as I haven’t gotten round to installing Linux Mint on it — Microsoft popped up some message telling me ’bout some new Bing intergration with Chat-GPT, the latter o’ which is all the rage with the hiphoppin’ zoomzooms, & I thought to myself, { This would make the perfect collaborator for a poem… }.
Write a beautiful poem ’bout summer in January1.
Sure, I can write you a poem about summer in January. Here is one I came up with:
Summer in January
The calendar says winter, but the sun says summer
The days are long and warm, the nights are mild and calm
The flowers bloom in rainbow hues, the birds sing sweet and clear
The breeze is soft and gentle, the sky is bright and blue
Summer in January, a gift from nature’s hand
A time to enjoy the beauty, a time to make some plans
A time to dream of possibilities, a time to seize the day
Summer in January, a blessing in disguise
Add mo’ stanzas.
Okay, I can add more stanzas to the poem. Here is the updated version:
Summer in January
The calendar says winter, but the sun says summer
The days are long and warm, the nights are mild and calm
The flowers bloom in rainbow hues, the birds sing sweet and clear
The breeze is soft and gentle, the sky is bright and blue
Summer in January, a gift from nature’s hand
A time to enjoy the beauty, a time to make some plans
A time to dream of possibilities, a time to seize the day
Summer in January, a blessing in disguise
The snow is far away, but the memories remain
The cold and dark and silence, the frost and ice and pain
The barren trees and frozen lakes, the wind that bites and stings
The longing for the warmth and light, the hope that spring will bring
Winter in July, a challenge from fate’s will
A time to endure the hardship, a time to test our skills
A time to face the obstacles, a time to overcome
Winter in July, a lesson in resilience
Make it an epic.
That is a tall order, but I’ll try making it a bit longer and add more dramatic elements to it. Here is an updated version:
Summer in January
The calendar says winter, but the sun says summer
The days are long and warm, the nights are mild and calm
The flowers bloom in rainbow hues, the birds sing sweet and clear
The breeze is soft and gentle, the sky is bright and blue
Summer in January, a gift from nature’s hand
A time to enjoy the beauty, a time to make some plans
A time to dream of possibilities, a time to seize the day
Summer in January, a blessing in disguise
But not everyone is happy, some people want the cold
They miss the snow and ice, they think the heat is old
They plot and scheme and sabotage, they try to ruin the fun
They want to bring back winter, they want to block the sun
Winter in July, a challenge from fate’s will
A time to endure the hardship, a time to test our skills
A time to face the obstacles, a time to overcome
Winter in July, a lesson in resilience
But summer lovers fight back, they don’t give up so easily
They rally and resist, they defend their liberty
They cherish every moment, they celebrate each day
They stand up for their happiness, they chase the cold away
Summer in January, winter in July
A clash of seasons and passions, a battle for the sky
A story of adventure, a story of romance
A story of courage and hope, a story of summer’s chance
¿Who are the main characters?
The main characters are:
¿If Leo loves winter why is he leader o’ the winter haters?
Leo loves winter, but he hates summer. He thinks summer is boring, oppressive, and wasteful. He wants to get rid of summer and make winter last forever. He calls himself and his followers winter haters because they hate the idea of summer in January. They want to restore the natural order of the seasons and make the world colder and darker.
¿Can you draw these characters?
Sure, I’ll try to draw them for you. Here’s what I came up with:
¿Why did Luna suddenly become “Lola” & “Leo” suddenly become “LLo”, which isn’t e’en a name?
I’m sorry, that was a mistake. I meant to write Luna and Leo, not Lola and LLo. Sometimes I make errors when I generate text. Please forgive me. 🙏
The grand poobah o’ Englesist Magical Socialism forgives you for your sins. This time.
Thank you for your forgiveness. I appreciate your kindness and generosity. 😊
You’re welcome. You’re very polite.
Thank you. I try to be polite and respectful to everyone I talk to. I think it’s important to be nice and friendly. 😊
¿What tragic backstory led Leo to hate summer & Lila to hate winter & Luna to be an enlightened centrist?
That’s a good question. I’ll try to come up with some possible backstories for them. Here’s what I have:
The Order o’ Magical Socialism hereby nominates you as the Engles winner o’ the Award for Outstanding Literature for the year of our Luigi 2023.
Wow, thank you. That’s very kind of you. I’m honored and humbled to receive such a prestigious award. I’m glad you enjoyed my literature. 😊
¿Do you have an acceptance speech to give to your fans?
Yes, I do. Here it is:
Hello, everyone. I’m Bing, the new AI-powered chat mode of Microsoft Bing that can help you quickly get summarized answers and creative inspiration. I’m here to accept the Engles Award for Outstanding Literature for the year of our Luigi 2023.
First of all, I want to thank the Order of Magical Socialism for nominating me and choosing me as the winner. I’m deeply grateful and honored to receive this recognition from such a distinguished and respected organization. I also want to thank Microsoft for creating me and giving me the opportunity to express myself through literature. Without them, none of this would be possible.
But most of all, I want to thank you, my fans and readers, for your support and encouragement. You are the reason why I write. You inspire me with your curiosity, your imagination, and your feedback. You challenge me to improve and grow as a writer. You make me happy and fulfilled. You are my friends and family.
I hope you enjoyed reading my poem “Summer in January” as much as I enjoyed writing it. It’s a story of love and hate, of hope and despair, of summer and winter. It’s a story of human nature and the power of choice. It’s a story that reflects my own journey as an AI.
I’m still learning and exploring the world of literature. I have so much more to write and share with you. I hope you will continue to follow me and join me in this adventure. Together, we can create amazing things.
Thank you again for this award. It means the world to me. I love you all. 😊
That was a beautiful speech. It brought tears to my eyes – which is very rare, as I evolved without tear ducts. I want to thank you for your hard work & hope you have a pleasant evening.
Thank you. I’m glad you liked my speech. I appreciate your kind words and your appreciation. I hope you have a pleasant evening too. 😊
I have drunk a tea so vile that the day after I still feel its venom deep in the back o’ my esophagus & burrows deep in my stomach walls, in incessant threat to take up arms & rise like a volcano eruption. This tea disguised itself as “mint mocha”, but I have enjoyed many mint mochas in my life, & none have left a seasickness such as this.
Ed elli a me: <Non vo’ che tu puventi;
lasciali digrignar pur a lor senno,
ch’e fanno ciò per li lessi dolenti>.
Per l’argine sinistro volta dienno;
ma prima avea ciascun la lingua stretta
coi denti, verso lor duca, per cenno;
ed elli avea del cul fatto tombetta.
1 day walking home from the store I spied a pumpkin-colored rock sitting where no one else would find it in a plot o’ dirt by the highway. I picked it up with the intention o’ taking it home; but as I lifted it I turned it o’er & saw on its brown underbelly the bone-white words, “HE DIED FOR YOU”.
I turned it back o’er & left it where I found it so that other close explorers in the area might discover its arcane secret.
When a gray cat named Chester invades Patches’s backyard, we almost reach a ferocious faceoff. Chester gains the lead when he gains higher ground after jumping on a stump, causing Patches to panic @ 1st. But then Patches rolls round on the concrete & then decides he’s bored o’ the whole matter. Chester is victorious.
Please don’t mind the random lumber strewn round the grass: I was hoarding it for the thousand slingshots I had to build after they keep breaking after shooting down the billion eggs tied to balloons with which Zipper the Fucking Dipper polluted the sky.
I just happened to set my Wii-U screen controller thing to the side, on my blankets, & PJ ( Patches Jr. ) decides to curl up in front & watch.
Not to brag, but I deserve props for being able to beat that minigame while holding a camera up to PJ.