We've opened a new store for your convenience.
Just like an Automated Teller Machine.
We've named this our Automated Poem Generator.
Won't you put a time token into the slot?
Once we receive your time,
We will ask the machine to generate poetic verse just for you.
The Machine asks you for several inputs, similar to the word game
"Mad-Libs", You are asked for:
* A Name
* A topic
and
* A mood
The only question you are asked after that is whether we can show your poem to others, or is it an exclusive creation.
Try it. We have a special introductory offer this week. No time required.
Just insert information in comments section below.
12 comments:
Hey folks. This is a test.
Please read this poem, and deposit the requested information...
thanks again for trying this...
Mark
OK.
For the (Humor) and (Poetry) Impaired:
Simultaneous VERBOSE translation starts HERE:
I said:
"
The Machine asks you for several inputs, similar to the word game
"Mad-Libs", You are asked for:
* A Name
* A topic
and
* A mood
The only question you are asked after that is whether we can show your poem to others, or is it an exclusive creation.
IN (??the King's??) English:
Have you ever played the game "MAD-LIBs?" (The game where you supply the input of some verbs, nouns, and you get a funny story out??
Well I am trying an EXPERIMENT.
Please place a comment below this with the following information:
* A Name
* A topic
and
* A mood
And whether I can publish the results..
I will attempt to come up with a poem for you on this information..
Does this make it easier to understand?
I hope so.
---end of machine translation of poem here...
Garfield
camping out
happy
(The Poem Machine): Garfield Said
Input: Garfield/camping out/happy :7:04AM
Output: 7:22AM (PST)
Garfield Said:
Oh, thank you Thank you
yes, I do, I do thank you.
Camping? Gladly will I go with you.
Sleeping under the trees
atop Odie, as a soft breathing pillow?
I cannot tell a lie.
I ate Odie's ten pound marshmallow
but
now, I think, I am going to die
Nah, I think I will just sleep
til the 'morrow.
markb 7:22AM (PST) 11/23/06
So this is how you come up with your material? LOL
If possible, it would be nice to have a sidebar link on your markbnj site to poem of the day so you don't have to search the archives for it. Also, please have a sidebar link to the poem store on the poem of the day site.
Now, inserting token.....
nothing happening
still nothing
still nothing. punching machine
Machine grunts and spits back token.
Tried again. It whirred and prompted me:
Name: A cat's life
Topic: a day in the life of a domesticated pet cat
Mood: truthful with a bit of jealousy
Everybody's a CRITIC!a
(The Poem Machine:2): A cat's life
Input: A cat's life/domesticated pet cat/truthful with a bit of jealousy
Coming:
Later today!
Everybody's a CRITIC!
(The Poem Machine:2): A cat's life
Input: A cat's life/domesticated pet cat/truthful with a bit of jealousy.
(The Poem Machine:2): A cat's life
Input: A cat's life/
domesticated pet cat/
truthful with a bit of jealousy
Automated Poem Machine #2: A cat's life
Ah. Sunrise. Time to move to my master's bed and raise them from the dead.
Why do they sleep so sound?
Can't they hear me purring in their ear that I WANT FOOD NOW?!!!
Oh. I have my human so well trained.
They got up to feed me and
went back to sleep!
Now I need to sleep. Under the bed. Away from them.
No, I want to sleep on the couch in the Living Room.
Grrrrrl, don't pet me. I was sleeping.
I'm tired. Go Away
Time to play. Wake up human again, only if sleeping.
If human is in house, run around his feet, and scratch the nearest box.
No. I'm tired. I can't see, and besides, it's all black and white for me.
Need to schluffy now. goodnite, or good naptime.
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect.
I definitely got my token's worth! This was great!
Inserting another token....
Name: Jabbering
Topic: kids who can't stop talking
Mood: exasperated
APM #3 Name: Jabbering 11/25/06
Topic: kids who can't stop talking
Mood: exasperated
Infants Cry until satisfied,
then quietly happy.
Teenagers silent,
Puberty through College.
Pre-Teens Jabber, jabber, jabber and gabber
all night till morn,
from dusk until dawn.
Exasperation. Time for silence.
'Nuff the Marm says.
but mommmm!!!!
and the marm leaves the room
and locks herself in the closet.
As always, this is GREAT! Just what I was looking for.
Is there a way to more directly link to this page from the main poem page?
Name: you come up with one
Topic: stupid people
Mood: incredulous
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