ChatGPT: Billy Collins Gone Fishing

Given all the hype around this thing, I had to give it a try. It's frightening!

My request of ChatGPT: Draft a poem about fishing in the style of Billy Collins. Below is what came back, nearly instantly. I’m blown away. Saddened and frightened, wondering where this takes us. No wonder teachers and professors across the country are petrified by it!

So, with that, here’s ChatGPT channeling Billy Collins:

Fishing on the Lake

The sun rises slowly over the mountains,
casting a warm golden light over the calm waters,
and I sit quietly in my boat,
pole in hand, waiting for the telltale tug.

The cool breeze blows across my face,
carrying with it the sounds of nature,
the call of a loon, the rustle of leaves,
and I am filled with a sense of peace.

For a moment, the world is still,
and I am lost in the simple joy of fishing,
the anticipation of what might be on the other end,
the thrill of the catch.

And when the line tightens,
and the fish takes the bait,
I am transported back to childhood,
to a time when life was full of wonder and magic.

So I sit and I wait, and I dream,
casting my line into the unknown,
and I am grateful for this moment of solitude,
this chance to escape from the world.