human
O flowers, a fine Greek name ye bear, And with a fine Greek grace.
gpt
Have ye no messages--no brief, Still sign: 'Despair', or 'Hope'?
human
May you blow your nose on a paper of pins? Why, certainly, man, why not? I rather expected you'd do it before, When I saw you poking it in at the door. It's dev'lish hot-- The weather, I mean.
gpt
You are twins ? Why, that was evident at the start, From the way that you paint your head In stripes of purple and red, With dots of yellow. That proves you a fellow With a love of legitimate art.
human
You've bitten a snake and are feeling bad ? That's very sad, But Longfellow's words I beg to recall: Your lot is the common lot of all.
gpt
Horses are trees and the moon is a sneeze