I’m working on more serious content, I swear, Meantime, ChatGPT has me distracted with furious furries.
Write a poem about furious furries in iambic pentameter.
Furious furries, with their teeth all bared, Their paws clenched tight with fury and with hate, They snarl and growl and pace, not yet aware Of the cold reason that might dissipate Their rage. They are a force to be reckoned with, These creatures of the wild, with primal might And strength. They are a force to fear and fear Again, a force that few would dare to fight.
But even furries, in their wildest rage, Are still just animals, with hearts that beat And minds that think and feel. And so, perhaps, We ought to try to understand the heat That drives their fury, and to seek to find A way to calm the storm that rages in their minds.
Write a haiku about furious furries
Furiously they pace, Fierce and wild, their eyes ablaze Furries in a rage.
Write a postmodern poem about furious furries
Furries, oh furries, Fierce and wild and in a rage, They pace and snarl and growl. But wait, what are these furries? Are they real, or just a guise? A mask to hide behind? Perhaps they are a metaphor, For something deeper, something true. A way to express the rage That lies within us all, The primal, animalistic force That drives us to lash out. Or maybe they are just furries, Fierce and wild and in a rage, Pacing and snarling and growling, Unapologetic in their fury, Unwavering in their rage. Furries, oh furries, A mystery wrapped in fur, A symbol of the fury That lies within us all.
Ecrire un poème sur les furries furieux en conflit avec les fées françaises
Furieux furries, aux dents découvertes,
Leurs pattes serrées de colère et de haine,
Ils grondent et rugissent et arpentent, pas encore conscients
De la raison froide qui pourrait dissiper
Leur rage. Ils sont une force Ă ne pas sous-estimer,
Ces créatures de la nature, avec leur puissance primitive
Et leur force. Ils sont une force Ă craindre et Ă redouter
Encore une fois, une force que peu oseraient affronter.
Mais mĂŞme les furries, dans leur rage la plus sauvage,
Ne sont encore que des animaux, avec des cœurs qui battent
Et des esprits qui pensent et ressentent. Et donc, peut-ĂŞtre,
Devrions-nous essayer de comprendre la chaleur
Qui alimente leur fureur, et chercher Ă trouver
Un moyen de calmer la tempĂŞte qui fait rage dans leurs esprits.
Féeriques françaises, de grâce et de beauté,
Leur magie scintillante et leurs ailes brillantes,
Elles se tiennent face aux furries en colère,
Un affrontement de deux mondes diamétralement opposés.
La rage contre la grâce, la sauvagerie contre la délicatesse,
Un conflit sans fin, une guerre sans merci.
Qui triomphera dans cette bataille Ă©ternelle?
Seul le temps nous le dira.
Write a sonnet about furious furries in conflict with French fairies
The furious furries snarl and growl with rage, Their paws clenched tight, their teeth bared and sharp. They pace and seethe, a primal force engaged In conflict with the French fairies, who hark Back to a time of grace and chivalry. But even in their wildest, most ferocious state, The furries are still just animals, with hearts That beat and minds that think and feel. It's late To try to understand the heat that imparts Their fury, but perhaps it's not too late To find a way to calm the storm that rages In their minds, and bring some measure of peace To this eternal battle, this never-ending war. The French fairies, with their delicate wings and charms, Stand against the furries, a clash of two worlds, Diametrically opposed. Who will emerge victorious? Only time will tell.
Philosophics 