4 ms·

Have it compose a poem — a poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain

Have it compose a poem — a poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every word beginning with the letter S!!

deleted 4y ago
[deleted]
tspike 4y ago
Stately she stands, so solemnly still She sharpens the scissors, and sharpens her skill She'll snip and she'll shape, and her fingers so swift Will swiftly restore a style so befitting She slices the strands with a silent salute To sacredly sanctify the silhouette
- nathell 4y ago
  My attempt with text-davinci-002: https://twitter.com/nathell/status/1551557069043650560/photo/1 https://twitter.com/nathell/status/1551557069043650560/photo... (a corresponding Polish version can be found in the thread as well)
anigbrowl 4y ago
Cyberiad appreciator checkin https://mwichary.medium.com/seduced-shaggy-samson-snored-725b5a8086d9 https://mwichary.medium.com/seduced-shaggy-samson-snored-725...
blindot 4y ago
Sleek strands of sadness, soon severed and shorn; Solace sought in scissors, slicing and scorned. Sublime sorrow, set sorrowfully still; Stoic heart to surrender, so swiftly and shrill. Secrets spilled in soft, sorrowful swish Sorrowful sounds, soon silenced with snip.
- mgraczyk 4y ago
  Damn that's bad poetry
  - chpatrick 4y ago
    Sir, your dog can compose poetry! Yes, but not very well.
  - EZ-Cheeze 4y ago
    Compose a poem — a poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every line beginning with the letter S! She stands so still beneath the sheers, Snipped locks that once clung to her ears. Solemnly she stares in the glass, Shorn hair reveals her past, alas. Sorrowful the secret she bears, Still the new style she proudly wears. it's good, first run after i relaxed from "each word" to "each line" this is awesome, thanks openai
- Terretta 4y ago
  Oh, that's Byron, "When we two parted" Sleek strands of sadness, soon severed and shorn; Solace sought in scissors, slicing and scorned... When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years...

deleted 4y ago

[deleted]

tspike 4y ago

Stately she stands, so solemnly still She sharpens the scissors, and sharpens her skill She'll snip and she'll shape, and her fingers so swift Will swiftly restore a style so befitting She slices the strands with a silent salute To sacredly sanctify the silhouette

nathell 4y ago
My attempt with text-davinci-002: https://twitter.com/nathell/status/1551557069043650560/photo/1 https://twitter.com/nathell/status/1551557069043650560/photo... (a corresponding Polish version can be found in the thread as well)

anigbrowl 4y ago

Cyberiad appreciator checkin https://mwichary.medium.com/seduced-shaggy-samson-snored-725b5a8086d9 https://mwichary.medium.com/seduced-shaggy-samson-snored-725...

blindot 4y ago

Sleek strands of sadness, soon severed and shorn; Solace sought in scissors, slicing and scorned. Sublime sorrow, set sorrowfully still; Stoic heart to surrender, so swiftly and shrill. Secrets spilled in soft, sorrowful swish Sorrowful sounds, soon silenced with snip.

mgraczyk 4y ago
Damn that's bad poetry
- chpatrick 4y ago
  Sir, your dog can compose poetry! Yes, but not very well.
- EZ-Cheeze 4y ago
  Compose a poem — a poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every line beginning with the letter S! She stands so still beneath the sheers, Snipped locks that once clung to her ears. Solemnly she stares in the glass, Shorn hair reveals her past, alas. Sorrowful the secret she bears, Still the new style she proudly wears. it's good, first run after i relaxed from "each word" to "each line" this is awesome, thanks openai
Terretta 4y ago
Oh, that's Byron, "When we two parted" Sleek strands of sadness, soon severed and shorn; Solace sought in scissors, slicing and scorned... When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years...