write a sonnet about breakfast cereal
I asked ChatGPT to write a sonnet about breakfast cereal.
Then, I gave myself 30 minutes to do the same.
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This is ChatGPT's version:
Upon the dawn, a bowl of simple grace,
With golden flakes that greet the morning light,
In silent kitchens, tranquil, I embrace
The start of day with every crunchy bite.
Each spoonful brings a symphony of cheer,
As milk cascades, a creamy, silken stream,
Transforming every flake to disappear,
A fleeting joy, like morning’s gentle dream.
The honeyed clusters whisper of the fields,
Where summer’s sun has kissed the grains with gold,
And berries burst with nature’s vibrant yields,
A treasure in the bowl I gently hold.
Oh, breakfast cereal, humble and divine,
In morning’s light, your comfort ever mine.
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This is my version:
Some days it’s all my broken heart can do
Shuffle to the fridge at half past three
Hunger, the only feeling cutting through
The empty space you left inside of me
Sweetness dissolved into a sickly sludge
Cold milk, crispy flakes, it’s not a meal
But I don’t care if anyone would judge
I’m crumbling, it’s all just so surreal
The moonlit kitchen table feels too vast
I still can’t bear to use your coffee cup
I stack the empty bowl inside the last
You used to hate when I didn’t wash up
The milk swirls indifferently down the drain
I’m not hungry, but I’ll never be full again