I don't even know where to start with this one.

 

The Golden Age of Typos

The internet is steadily filling up with AI-generated content. Unfortunately, AI often can't tell when it has used the wrong word because such things do not understand language the way people do. The following screenshots were all taken from content published in the past 2 weeks. 

Some of his clients are articles? Silly AI. Go sit in the corner.

You read it here first. Birds get their genes from pirates. Arrr, shiver me chromosomes.

I don't think this was the fault of AI. Proofreading is a dying craft. 

Iron Horse

A tin man rode a cast iron horse

It fed on coal instead of hay

Its legs propelled it with mighty force

Its hide was a hue of flinty gray

The tin man was a cowboy 

He herded bronze cattle 

He was part of a convoy

Hooves made the prairie rattle

They were on a drive to the stockyards

Where the bronze cattle would be bought

At night, the cowboys played cards

And dreamed of what they sought

The steel man of the bunch thought himself tough

The men of copper, silver, and gold were wary

But the tin man had been through more than enough 

For him, the steel man was not the least bit scary

One night as they all gave themselves oil

The steel man called out the tin man to fight

"I'll punch through you like aluminum foil!"

The steel man shouted in the pale moonlight

So they went at each other like mad wildcats

They jabbed and hollered and kicked 

It was fierce metal and mortal combat

Til it was clear that the steel man was licked

"How'd you get so strong?" asked the steel man

"I spent many years in a rough place call Oz"

Replied the tin man as he lifted his oil can

"I don't fear a lion just 'cause he's got paws."

Be Neither Predator Nor Prey

For people is a quite a serious bungle

To think that we live by the law of the jungle

I will not be beast that shuns bathing and soap

I will not be devoured like an antelope

Our civilized life has many flaws, it's true

Some do no unto others as they ought to do

But we spare ourselves much grief and strife

By solving our problems without gun or knife

Ballad of King Frumtingle

The land of Gadzookshagen was fair and fertile

Ruled by King Frumtingle, so noble and wise

Its people feasted on the local skrunt turtle

Its meat was rich but went straight to their thighs

All was well until a huge horde on horseback

Pillaged and plundered and burned all they could

They stole all the skrunt turtles in the attack

A litotes would be things weren't looking good

King Frumtingle knew it was time for a speech

He rallied his knights and put on his armor

"Remember, lads, the Battle of Plovfeech!"

Bellowed the king as he tried to yell louder

"Let's hunt down these knaves and teach them a lesson

That Gadzookshageners are men of faith and courage

We are masters of arms and also mindless aggression

For our testosterone levels are far above average!"

Arose from the men such a thunderous shout

Which echoed from the hills to the camp of the horde 

King Frumtingle rode hard in spite of his gout

It was battle he loved and most else made him bored

The king and his men caught horde off guard

They hacked, hewed, bludgeoned, and impaled

The carnage would retold in the song of a bard

Some made a last stand, but the rest of them bailed

In triumph they returned with their cold-blooded booty

A fest was prepared for the return of the valiant

The warriors were pleased for they had done their duty

The king had fought so hard that his sword got bent

Some stories have morals, and this is the case 

Sometimes in life, the rules must be tossed 

You get more with words when you're holding a mace

So be a tough customer or else you'll get bossed 

Bye bye, 4th Amendment

 

Coffee Ode

Oh blessed brown liquid

Our stupor inhibit

Your splendid caffeine

Keeps our minds so keen

Indeed, writing is hard without it