Think of Taylor Swift, me dears
You may call me Sally Slow
Born before the dawn of IT
'Ere A or I were on the go
When words of wisdom were as pearls
Of Lords and Ladies - never girls!
Goals exalted, prose would preach
Smelling salts in handy reach
In times of Shakespear on the bill
Till Wordsworth's pen expired the quill
The written word so finely crafted
Made lemons common - if ungrafted
Yet always in the underground
The uncouth tongue made ITS sound
Spades are shovels and they know it
Word is seed how 'ere we sow it
Blight to culture? Or bush poet?
I am one, dare I show it?
A bushie writes it as they see it
If there's a flaw they will free it!
What 'ere befalls, the tone or voice,
A bushie rarely has a choice
The gift of rhyme is more a curse
ITS truth will out - or even worse!
Thus, Sally Slow, I am And Lo, I am risen!
A weed no more, Watch me go!
What will I be? I dunno I'm just gunna see because
I hope it's better than I was!
A seedling on the forest floor
Untended, left to grow
To smother in the undergrowth
Or seek that distant glow
Ah, the tree of knowledge
A sapling's easy mark
Till all at once the sun goes down
And IT sows in the dark!
Yet still a scrubber seeks the light
And finds it oft enough
To rise above the choking vines
Deeply rooted, tall and tough - not overgrown
In charge of things - with underlings
A shelter for its own
Then progress comes to clear the field
And leaves it stand alone.
No more a forest, just a tree
Of species rare and now in danger
No tower of strength
A lonely stranger
So full of wisdom IT could share
But has no platform anywhere
For trees don't speak in acronyms
On tic or toc or flashing things
Ah, but trees adjust to climes
As air you breathe throughout your times
Long before your riddled rhymes
A tree had value more than dimes
So take your time and plant a tree
Take a breath and bear with me
Turn a page and take a look
I took a leaf out of ITS book!
I agree, we don't need paper
Now I'm a poet on this caper
No one listened when I said it
I wrote it down, they never read it
The Bach, The Bell, nothing rang it
So what the hell?
Oh My... I found AI
Look what happened when IT sang it!
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English
Think of Taylor Swift, me dears
You may call me Sally Slow
Born before the dawn of IT
'Ere A or I were on the go
When words of wisdom were as pearls
Of Lords and Ladies - never girls!
Goals exalted, prose would preach
Smelling salts in handy reach
In times of Shakespear on the bill
Till Wordsworth's pen expired the quill
The written word so finely crafted
Made lemons common - if ungrafted
Yet always in the underground
The uncouth tongue made ITS sound
Spades are shovels and they know it
Word is seed how 'ere we sow it
Blight to culture? Or bush poet?
I am one, dare I show it?
A bushie writes it as they see it
If there's a flaw they will free it!
What 'ere befalls, the tone or voice,
A bushie rarely has a choice
The gift of rhyme is more a curse
ITS truth will out - or even worse!
Thus, Sally Slow, I am And Lo, I am risen!
A weed no more, Watch me go!
What will I be? I dunno I'm just gunna see because
I hope it's better than I was!
A seedling on the forest floor
Untended, left to grow
To smother in the undergrowth
Or seek that distant glow
Ah, the tree of knowledge
A sapling's easy mark
Till all at once the sun goes down
And IT sows in the dark!
Yet still a scrubber seeks the light
And finds it oft enough
To rise above the choking vines
Deeply rooted, tall and tough - not overgrown
In charge of things - with underlings
A shelter for its own
Then progress comes to clear the field
And leaves it stand alone.
No more a forest, just a tree
Of species rare and now in danger
No tower of strength
A lonely stranger
So full of wisdom IT could share
But has no platform anywhere
For trees don't speak in acronyms
On tic or toc or flashing things
Ah, but trees adjust to climes
As air you breathe throughout your times
Long before your riddled rhymes
A tree had value more than dimes
So take your time and plant a tree
Take a breath and bear with me
Turn a page and take a look
I took a leaf out of ITS book!
I agree, we don't need paper
Now I'm a poet on this caper
No one listened when I said it
I wrote it down, they never read it
The Bach, The Bell, nothing rang it
So what the hell?
Oh My... I found AI
Look what happened when IT sang it!
You may call me Sally Slow
Born before the dawn of IT
'Ere A or I were on the go
When words of wisdom were as pearls
Of Lords and Ladies - never girls!
Goals exalted, prose would preach
Smelling salts in handy reach
In times of Shakespear on the bill
Till Wordsworth's pen expired the quill
The written word so finely crafted
Made lemons common - if ungrafted
Yet always in the underground
The uncouth tongue made ITS sound
Spades are shovels and they know it
Word is seed how 'ere we sow it
Blight to culture? Or bush poet?
I am one, dare I show it?
A bushie writes it as they see it
If there's a flaw they will free it!
What 'ere befalls, the tone or voice,
A bushie rarely has a choice
The gift of rhyme is more a curse
ITS truth will out - or even worse!
Thus, Sally Slow, I am And Lo, I am risen!
A weed no more, Watch me go!
What will I be? I dunno I'm just gunna see because
I hope it's better than I was!
A seedling on the forest floor
Untended, left to grow
To smother in the undergrowth
Or seek that distant glow
Ah, the tree of knowledge
A sapling's easy mark
Till all at once the sun goes down
And IT sows in the dark!
Yet still a scrubber seeks the light
And finds it oft enough
To rise above the choking vines
Deeply rooted, tall and tough - not overgrown
In charge of things - with underlings
A shelter for its own
Then progress comes to clear the field
And leaves it stand alone.
No more a forest, just a tree
Of species rare and now in danger
No tower of strength
A lonely stranger
So full of wisdom IT could share
But has no platform anywhere
For trees don't speak in acronyms
On tic or toc or flashing things
Ah, but trees adjust to climes
As air you breathe throughout your times
Long before your riddled rhymes
A tree had value more than dimes
So take your time and plant a tree
Take a breath and bear with me
Turn a page and take a look
I took a leaf out of ITS book!
I agree, we don't need paper
Now I'm a poet on this caper
No one listened when I said it
I wrote it down, they never read it
The Bach, The Bell, nothing rang it
So what the hell?
Oh My... I found AI
Look what happened when IT sang it!
Writer: Marie Thompson
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