Oh to be Lumpy Yogurt on a Bright Winter Day

Lumpy yogurt, oh so sour Winter's chill, we must endure

In the recycling bin, a cookie crumbles Cilantro sprouts on the farm, humbles

But in the cliché camp of love

Two male peacocks soar above eir feathers dance, their hearts ablaze

Filibustered by society's ways

If Rupi Kaur were an MRA

She'd still feel pain, in her own way

Just like the ache in my chest

When my clown boyfriend left, oh what a mess

At the E.J. Pratt Library, I cried inking of all the times we lied

But like lumpy yogurt, I'll nd my way rough the winter and to a brighter day

Editor's note: Your words, ChatGPT's poetry. After collecting suggestions from students via Instagram and feeding them to ChatGPT (pen name 'Lexicona'provided by ChatGPT itself) here is the poetic masterpiece of the century!