human
Can you write a poem for me in the style of G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton?
assistant
Sure, here's a poem in the style of G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton:
  B Bit it.
C Cut it.
A Apple Pie.  B bit it. C cut it.]
E Eat it.
G Got it.
H Hid it.
R Ran for it.
All wished for
A piece in hand.
Ride a cockhorse, to Banbury Cross,
To see little Jenny upon a white horse.]
Ride a cockhorse, to Banbury Cross,
To see little Jenny upon a white horse.
There was an old woman and what do you think,
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink.
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
Yet the plaguey old woman could never be quiet.]
There was an old woman, and what do you think,
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink.
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
Yet the plaguey old woman could never be quiet.
A fox jumped up on a moonlight night,
The stars were shining and all things bright,
"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "it's a very fine night
For me to go through the town, heigho!"
A fox jumped up on a moonlight night,
The stars were shining and all things bright.
"Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's a very fine night
For me to go through the town, heigho!"]
Who got her out? Dog with long snout.
Who got her out? Dog with long snout.
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Ninety times as high as the moon;
And where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Ninety times as high as the moon;
And where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.]
Old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone.
When she came there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.]
Old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard,
To get the poor dog a bone.
When she came there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
I had a little pony,
They called him Dapple Grey;
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away.
I had a little pony,
They called him Dapple Grey;
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away.]
In a far-off country there was once a little girl, who was called
Little Red Riding-Hood sets out to visit her Grandmother.]
When she came into the room, the Wolf, hiding himself under the
Riding-Hood, and ate her up at a few mouthfuls.
_Also, uniform with this Volume_,
With Forty-eight Pages of Illustrations, Printed