Voici un petit poème en anglais...
Pipe smokers, a joyous breed
With their pipes in hand, they take the lead
In a world of chaos and stress
They find solace and happiness
The rich aroma of their smoke
Brings a sense of peace and hope
They sit and ponder, lost in thought
As the smoke rises, their worries are brought
To a place of calm and ease
Where their worries and troubles cease
They take time to savor each draw
As the smoke surrounds them like a warm, loving paw
Pipe smokers, a noble bunch
With their pipes, they find a special touch
Of relaxation and contentment true
It's a hobby that they treasure anew
So let us raise a bowl to these fine folks
Who find peace in the smoke of their pipes and strokes
May they continue to enjoy their smoke
And find solace in each and every puff and choke.
...Pour tout vous dire, je fume un bol de Davidoff English Mixture tranquille pour me remettre de la Noël et en me baladant sur Internet, je me suis rappelé la recommandation d'un ami de tester la dernière Intelligence Artificielle conversationnelle: chatgpt. Voilà une heure que je m'amuse comme un gamin à propos de broutilles, problèmes politiques, comparatifs philosophiques, recherches pédagogiques et autres... J'ai pensé à lui demander aussi un "poème de 200 mots sur les fumeurs de pipe". Il n'y a pas 200 mots mais voilà le résultat. J'ai essayé de voir si il existait une copie de ce texte. Non. C'est un original apparemment.
Si vous le souhaitez, chatgpt est ici https://chat.openai.com/chat
Bonnes fêtes à toutes et tous!
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"If you happen to be sitting, just sit. If you are smoking a pipe, just smoke it. If you are thinking out a problem, just think." Alan WATTS