I was free associating with that AI that’s scaring academia, and prompted it at one point with:
Oscar Wilde and George Carlin trade bon mots on a fishing trip
The result, less than ten seconds later:
Oscar Wilde and George Carlin,
Embarked on a fishing trip,
With rods in hand, they set out,
To catch the biggest fish.
As they cast their lines,
They traded bon mots and witty remarks,
Wilde’s wit as sharp as a knife,
Carlin’s comedy, leaving no one in the dark.
“The only thing to do with good advice is pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.” quipped Wilde. To which Carlin retorted, “I’m completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.”
They laughed and joked,
As they waited for a bite,
Their clever banter,
Filled the air with delight.
As the day wore on,
And the fish were not biting,
They decided to call it a day,
But not before one last witty reciting.
“Work is the curse of the drinking classes,” Wilde said with a grin, “And speaking of curses,” Carlin added, “have you noticed that most people who are against abortion are people you wouldn’t want to fuck in the first place?”
The two of them laughed and shook hands,
As they headed back to shore,
Their fishing trip, a success,
In the game of wit, they both score.