ChatGPT Dr Seuss poem about flamenco:
Once upon a time, in a land far away,
Lived a guy named Flamenco they say.
But this tale is not bright, nor cheery for hearts,
For it tells of punishment, right from the start.
Flamenco was sly, with a wicked old grin,
Always tricking and cheating, committing a sin.
He played his games, with no thought for the rest,
His actions were cruel, putting friendships to test.
One day, in the forest, Flamenco did roam,
Thinking himself clever, he plotted alone.
He set up a trap, to catch others unaware,
Twisted vines and snares, his trap he did prepare.
But little did Flamenco know, he was being watched,
By the kiwi bird, whose patience was botched.
For the kiwi was wise, with a heart full of woe,
He saw through the tricks, and it was time for a show.
With stealth and with grace, the kiwi approached,
Flamenco looked up, feeling suddenly encroached.
He tried to run, but it was much too late,
For the kiwi had caught him, in a twist of fate.
With a flick of his beak, the kiwi proclaimed,
"Punishment is due, Flamenco, for your shame!"
Flamenco tried to beg, he pleaded for grace,
But the kiwi ignored him, with a stern, solemn face.
Oh, Flamenco was trapped, in a cage of his lies,
No way to escape, no matter his cries.
And each day that passed, the kiwi would come,
To remind Flamenco of the harm he had done.
The kiwi would taunt him, with a painful delight,
Never giving respite from the long, lonely nights.
Flamenco grew weary, his soul torn apart,
As the kiwi watched on, with a stone-cold heart.
And so the tale ends, with no happy refrain,
For Flamenco's punishment remained, causing him pain.
No uplifting message, no moral to see,
Just a lesson in consequences for Flamenco, you see.
Remember this story, when tempted to deceive,
For lies and deceit will only bring grief.
And beware the kiwi, with a vengeance to bear,
For punishment awaits those who don't play fair
