This is what happens if you ask #AI to write a #poem based on the chat history. #openai#ChatGPT
In the land of code where logic's the road,
A quest of data, in Uber's abode.
In React we delve, components we weave,
Passing props like whispers, in the digital eve.
JavaScript patterns in fragments and hooks,
Nested in functions, in the web's crannies and nooks.
Through the grid of complexities, we find our way,
Creating forms that in perfect harmony lay.
A calculator emerges, in hues of Indigo's song,
Where numbers dance, and inputs belong.
Errors we banish with a gentle stroke,
In the realm of AI, under OpenAI's cloak.
As night descends, a different theme takes flight,
In the darkness of code, we kindle the light.
With CSS magic, every detail in sight,
In the heart of the code, we ignite the night.
Oh, iPhone, you rebel, with your numeric dissent,
We coax you gently, your obstinacy to prevent.
In the end, it's the journey, not just the event,
In this chronicle of code, where our hours are spent.
Love fills my heart, a vibrant song,
A melody soft and gentle, yet strong.
Each beat a whisper of affection's tale,
In this rhythm of passion, I never fail.
Excitement fills my soul, a vibrant flame,
Arousing the embers in life's grand game.
Each spark dances with joy, bold and bright,
In the warmth of this fire, I find my light.
Faith guides my path, a shining star,
Glowing beacon of belief, seen from afar.
Each step in its radiance, dispels the night,
In the trust of its guidance, I take flight.