Write a short poem about Dartmouth spring football practice beginning this week as the Big Green starts preparation for the defense of its Ivy League championship.
Here are the three poems, none of which took even 30 seconds to be generated.
By ChatGPT
In the heart of Dartmouth's wooded halls,
Where whispers weave and echo calls,
The Big Green gathers, eager and bold,
To forge anew their story untold.
Spring's breath upon the field, alive,
As pads and cleats in rhythm strive,
With each snap, a promise blooms,
In the hallowed air, amidst the tombs.
Defenders stalwart, line so true,
Guarding glory, skies of blue,
Offense poised, a symphony's grace,
Crafting dreams in every chase.
Underneath the budding trees,
Legends stir with each cool breeze,
For in this hallowed, verdant scene,
Champions rise, in fields of green.
So let the drums of triumph sound,
As Dartmouth's spirit knows no bound,
For in this spring, the journey starts,
To defend with valor, Ivy hearts.
By Gemini
The snows recede, the green returns,
A call to arms, the Big Green yearns.
Spring practice starts, a coach's cry,
For glory's chance, for victory.
Helmets gleam, pads softly thud,
A symphony of sweat and mud (or maybe stain?).
Each snap a step, a lesson learned,
The Ivy League crown, their focus burned.
On turf they run, with cleats that sing,
The echoes on the Hanover spring.
For Dartmouth fights, with spirit strong,
The title fight, their victory song.
By Perplexity
The crisp air stirs, a new season dawns,
As Dartmouth's gridiron warriors take the field,
Donning pads and cleats, ready to defend
Their Ivy crown, the Green and White to yield.
Across the fields, the echoes ring,
Of whistles blowing, helmets clanging,
As coaches guide, players striving,
To hone their skills, the Ivy title claiming.
With focus keen and hearts aflame,
They chase the dream, the Ivy fame,
Determined to write another chapter,
In Dartmouth's storied football saga.
So let the spring drills commence with might,
As the Big Green prepares to shine so bright,
Reclaiming glory, defending their right,
To reign supreme in Ivy League's light.
Now for the fun part. I asked Perplexity to grade ChatGPT's poem. In summary it wrote:
I would give this poem an A-. It's a beautifully crafted piece that captures the essence of Dartmouth athletics with skill and passion. With a few minor tweaks, it could be elevated to an A. The poet has a clear command of poetic techniques and a talent for evoking powerful emotions through their words.
Here's ChatGPT grading the Gemini poem:
I would rate this poem highly, perhaps around an A- or B+. It effectively combines imagery, rhyme, and emotion to create a compelling depiction of spring football practice and the aspirations of the Dartmouth team.
Finally, here's what Gemini had to say about the Perplexity poem, after first saying it couldn't give it a grade:
Given the poem's strengths and weaknesses, I'd assign it a B. Here's the reasoning: It has a strong structure and clear message. The use of imagery helps create a specific atmosphere. School spirit shines through.
However, the use of clichés and redundancy holds it back from achieving a higher grade. By incorporating the suggestions for improvement, you could easily push this poem to an A-.
Creeped out yet? I am.
But if you really want to be creeped out, here's a final chocolate football in an Easter basket creation:
EXTRA POINT
I suppose if "March Madness" can continue into April that Easter can fall in March. But it still doesn't feel right.
