human
The city is good as a workshop for men, Who in parks idle moments may pass, But the pleasure for children e'en there is quite spoiled, When a sign bids them 'Keep off the Grass.'
gpt
It's splendid; I couldn't have written anything half so good, whispered Betty encouragingly.
human
I am rather glad I am not to be a member of the Club, for I know I could never have written two lines that rhymed.
gpt
The next poem, continued Lulu, in her business-like tone,