25/06/2024
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To be clear this is created with AI. I asked ChatGPT to created a poem about things that are related to horse doctors. Some of the poems are from my personal experience, and some are from the lives of horse vets and common issues. Here is another example and this one is from my personal experience:
HDP: Create a poem about a vet who takes two students to castrate two c**ts for her very last castration before retiring from veterinary medicine. She has never had a death, and she is supervising the students as they do the castrations. One gelding begins to bleed, and everyone is alarmed. The vet can’t believe she is going to experience her only post castration death on her very last horse. She is reminded that her father, who was also a horse vet, lost the first horse he ever castrated.
ChatGPT and HDP:
In the golden years of a vet’s last chapter,
She walked the fields, filled with laughter.
Two students in tow, eager to learn,
A lesson in life, a surgical turn.
Two c**ts pranced, unaware of their fate,
As the vet recalled her career, so great.
Never a loss, a record pristine,
In the art of castration, she was the queen.
Her hands, though aged, steady and wise,
Guided her pupils under open skies.
But as they worked, a sudden dread,
The owner’s concern, seeing blood spread.
The vet’s heart sank, her face turned pale,
Could her final act be the one to fail?
Years of success, now clouded with doubt,
Her perfect record, facing a rout.
“I can’t believe this,” she whispered low,
Her last surgery, turning to woe.
Memories surfaced, of her father’s own hand,
A horse vet too, who once took a stand.
He lost his first, in a tale of old,
A story remembered made her heart cold.
Now here she stood, at the other end,
Facing what she never imagined to fend.
The students watched, their eyes wide in fear,
As the vet stepped in, her mind crystal clear.
Years of experience in her every move,
She worked to correct, her skill to prove.
With swift precision, the bleeding was stopped,
The c**t was saved, their hearts un-cropped.
The crisis averted, relief in the air,
The vet’s record intact, handled with care.
In that moment, a lesson was taught,
Not just in surgery, but in the thought.
That even in endings, surprises may hide,
But resilience shines, through the tide.
As they walked back, the sun setting low,
The vet smiled softly, her heart aglow.
Her legacy not just in the lives she did mend,
But in the wisdom to her students, she’d send.
For in the dance of life, both loss and gain,
We find our strength, our purpose plain.
The vet retired, her head held high,
Under the vast, endless Southern sky.
Writing is my guilty pleasure.
