Here's something I asked ChatGPT for... I provided a bit of context.
Might cheer some of us up knowing.... that we will will find our way....and that poets will not be replaced by AI in the foreseeable future.
At Rugby Park, on that plastic ground, Rangers faced defeat, a bitter sound.
Michale Beale, under pressure immense, ยฃ15 million spent, but no defence.
Tavernier and Barisic, their form astray, In Glasgow slang, they've lost their way.
Nae brilliance on display, a dismal sight, Leaving fans gutted, hearts filled with shite.
Beale's in the hot seat, feeling the heat, Folk craving wins, victory's sweet.
But the team's no' clicking, nae harmony, Struggling to gel, it's a bloody catastrophe.
Amidst the woes, Raskin's heart's aglow, Lundstram battles, he's no' letting go.
With Servette approaching, a crucial fight, To keep Champions League dreams in sight.
Every game's a must-win, nae room to bend, Especially against Servette, their hopes to defend.
For Champions League riches, they strive, At Ibrox Park, where dreams come alive.
Glasgow stands by Rangers, through thick and thin, Hoping for triumphs, for the Gers to win.
With passion and grit, they'll find their way, under the lights of Ibrox, they'll face the fray.