The ChatGPT Thread

[Renton 22615]

4 minutes ago, Gemmill said:

 

What is this one on about? 

 

He's just jealous he doesn't have one. 

 

Here you go @Monkeys Fist

 

In the quiet town of Forest Hall,
Lived a man known to one and all.
They called him Monkey’s Fist, you see,
For his climbing feats in the old pine trees.

 

An alpine climber in days of yore,
Scaling peaks where eagles soar.
But naughty deeds left a shadowy trail,
A trickster’s charm, a legend frail.

 

From icy cliffs to panes of glass,
He cleaned the windows high and fast.
Even the stands at St. James’ Park,
Shone bright and clean from dawn till dark.

 

But fate would twist like ropes once tight,
His life took turns beneath the night.
An articulated truck he now did drive,
Through winding roads, his spirit alive.

 

Yet whispers grew, a chilling tone,
Of secrets buried near his home.
Beneath the patio, stories hide,
Of bodies laid where shadows bide.

 

Monkey’s Fist, a legend grim,
A life of peaks now dark and dim.
From climbing heights to depths untold,
A tale of mischief, strange and bold.

 

So tread with care in Forest Hall,
Where Monkey’s Fist still casts his thrall.
A man of lore, both light and shade,
A curious tale that time has made.

[Meenzer 15877]

You do know these are all the same, right?  

[Dr Gloom 22714]

In Paris streets, beneath the skies,
Where wealth and power met his eyes,
Lived Chezgiven, a financier grand,
With silver tongue and a golden hand.

He danced through life with flair and grace,
A high-flyer in the city's race,
Yet whispers circled, faint and near,
Of favours done for sailors' cheer—
A box of tobacco, an evening's trade,
For promises in shadows laid.

 

But fate, it seems, had more in store,
For Chezgiven, the man of lore.
In distant lands, a forum called,
Toontastic, where the Geordies sprawled.

A place for banter, dreams, and rants,
Where football ruled, and hope enchants.
And there, amid the posts and noise,
A new voice rose—Chezgiven’s joys.

 

With sharp debate and wit profound,
He challenged minds, he held his ground.
In politics, he found his muse,
A lover of the fine, the few.
From caviar to vintage wine,
He spouted thoughts, both sharp and fine,

But deeper still, a darker side—
For class A drugs, he did not hide.

And then, in time, the forum kings,
Appointed him with power's wings—

A mod, a ruler of the thread,
A force to fear, a voice to dread.
He wielded bans with iron hand,
"New rules!" he'd shout across the land,
The members groaned, the trolls did flee,
As Chezgiven set Toontastic free.

 

He banned the blasphemers, crushed the fun,
With every click, he’d make them run.
And soon, the forum, once alive,
Lay still, beneath his rule, deprived.

His power swelled, his ego grew,
Until he’d banned both old and new.
And still, he sat, so high, so proud,
The king of Toontastic, shouting loud.

 

But fate is fickle, as it goes,
And Chezgiven, blinded by his prose,
Did not see the danger close,
That came in bubbles, soft and rose.

 

A party night, a grand affair,
Champagne corks flying through the air.
And in a moment of pure jest,
He sought a “new way” to feel blessed.

A champagne enema, quite absurd,
To lift his spirits, so he stirred.

But chaos struck, a deadly twist,
As bubbles burst, he could not resist.

The fizz, the burn, the sudden pain,
It took him down, it sealed his reign.

The forum mourned, though few were kind,
The king had gone, the mod declined.

His power now a distant tale,
Of champagne dreams and ego’s wail.

So, remember Chezgiven’s fall,
A man who rose, and then did stall.

From Paris heights to Toontastic's seat,
His life was grand, but incomplete.
The lesson here, though dark and grim—
Too much of power can drown you in.

 

Edited 6 hours ago by Dr Gloom

[Monkeys Fist 43757]

1 hour ago, Gemmill said:

this one