Don_Dickle to No Stupid [email protected] • 2 months agoWould I get banned here for being over active? I got banned from reddit because they thought I was a bot. And don't want to repeat the same mistake here. Thank you ahead of time.message-square85arrow-up1102arrow-down126
arrow-up176arrow-down1message-squareWould I get banned here for being over active? I got banned from reddit because they thought I was a bot. And don't want to repeat the same mistake here. Thank you ahead of time.Don_Dickle to No Stupid [email protected] • 2 months agomessage-square85
minus-square@[email protected]linkfedilink17•2 months agoI keep hoping someone pulls that on me asking for a poem about cows, and then I can pretend to do it, but midway through the poem, it turns out I’m making it about their mom.
minus-squareBLAMM67linkfedilinkEnglish3•2 months agoYes, you may. In fields where golden sunlight spills, The gentle cows roam free, With patient eyes and steady wills, They graze contentedly. Their coats of black and white or brown, A patchwork on the land, They softly low as sun goes down, A calm and peaceful band. In meadows green, they form a line, Their bells a tinkling song, With quiet grace and gaze benign, They move the day along. Oh, humble cows in pastures wide, With nature’s rhythm true, In every step and every stride, The earth sings back to you.
minus-squareDon_DickleOPlinkfedilink2•2 months agoOk that was pretty damn good …no sarcasm you should create a community for just poets like yourself. I think I would be your first subscriber.
I keep hoping someone pulls that on me asking for a poem about cows, and then I can pretend to do it, but midway through the poem, it turns out I’m making it about their mom.
Can I have a poem about cows?
Yes, you may.
In fields where golden sunlight spills, The gentle cows roam free, With patient eyes and steady wills, They graze contentedly.
Their coats of black and white or brown, A patchwork on the land, They softly low as sun goes down, A calm and peaceful band.
In meadows green, they form a line, Their bells a tinkling song, With quiet grace and gaze benign, They move the day along.
Oh, humble cows in pastures wide, With nature’s rhythm true, In every step and every stride, The earth sings back to you.
Ok that was pretty damn good …no sarcasm you should create a community for just poets like yourself. I think I would be your first subscriber.
That was ChatGPT. I couldn’t write a limerick.
I keep waiting for the your mom joke.