A poem written by AI about TK (with my prompts):
The battlefield of wits is drawn anew,
Where ancient trolls and modern bards collide,
A wondrous, wild, and strange, contentious crew,
Who cast their logic to the churning tide.
Behold the Beer Hall Pooch, who barks in rhyme,
And pours a bitter brew for all to see,
While near, the Mentalist predicts the time
Your patience snaps in absolute decree.
Volpone schemes with sly and foxy art,
As Eggs Mayonnaise spreads thick his greasy wit;
But mourn the Question, who has played his part,
Now banish’d to the dark, eternal pit.
A kingdom built on fury, pride, and jest,
Where even block’d, the wicked find no rest.