human
Come out of there or I will growl and bite the bonnet That Mrs. Muskrat wears for best And the purple flowers on it. And then she'll think it's you who did This dreadful unkind deed, And never speak to you again Or you with cookies feed.
gpt
Goodness me, but you are a very poor sort of a poet, said the little rabbit, peeping out of the hat box.
human
Your poetry is dreadful,