And then, just to be topical, I asked it to write me a poem about the Coronation in the style of Oscar Wilde and it produced this doggerel
Oscar Wilde would be turning in his grave!
With crown upon his brow and scepter in his hand,
King Charles III sets foot upon the land.
The people gather, their hearts filled with awe,
As the land prepares for a new monarch’s law.
The grandeur and pomp that’s ever so fine,
Unfurls like silken sheets before the divine,
In elegant robes, King Charles III stands tall,
The cheers of the people, echoing with his call.
The trumpets sound, the music fills the air,
The people listen, the choir offering a prayer,
For the land, for the king, for the new beginning,
Their faces uplifted to the heavens, grinning.
With every step he takes, the king shows his might,
Graceful in his movements, a vision of regal sight,
Ever the lord and so just, the goodness in his soul,
Reaching the hearts of all, the people both young and old.
The coronation, a sign of hope and love,
A testament to the power and strength of the dove,
Embracing with a triumphant smile,
The future for which he had long toiled and labored a while.
To witness such beauty, the hearts of all rejoice,
As the new king takes his rightful place, the people’s choice,
May his reign be peaceful, a future bright and fair,
As King Charles III ascends to the throne with regal flare.