Ed note: Just for fun I asked the AI program to write a Shakespearean style sonnet about an iPhone. Here’s the result. Yikes!
O iPhone, thou art a wondrous device, A marvel crafted with artistry rare, Thy sleek design doth captivate mine eyes, Thy touch doth beckon, thy features declare.
With glass and metal, thou dost proudly shine, A beacon of innovation untold, Thy screen, a canvas, where fingers entwine, To navigate a world, both new and old.
In thee, the wonders of knowledge reside, A gateway to realms of boundless delight, Thy apps and games, a universe inside, Where dreams and fantasies take flight.
Yet as I hold thee close, I can’t help yearn, For moments untouched, where life’s embers burn.
Fair iPhone, dost thou steal our precious time, With notifications that incessantly chime? Thy sirens’ call, a constant allure, A temptation hard to wholly endure.
As we immerse in thy digital grace, Doth human connection slowly efface? For in our haste to capture and share, We oft neglect those present, unaware.
Yet, in thy realm, we find solace and ease, With every task accomplished with breeze. From texts to calls, from pictures to sound, Thy arsenal vast, with wonders profound.
Oh, iPhone, thou art a double-edged sword, Both blessing and curse in this modern world.
So let us tread with caution and care, To cherish moments that truly are rare. For in the end, it is love and embrace, That fill our hearts and bestow lasting grace.
Though thou art sleek and marvelously grand, May we remember, it’s the touch of hand, The warmth of voice, the sparkle in the eye, That make life’s joys worth cherishing high.
So iPhone, thou art but a tool, indeed, Let not thy glow surpass what’s true and freed.