The Outsiders Smuts/Preferences

Them making poetry

Ponyboy: Writes a meaningful poem

In love's sweet depths, our hearts forever dwell,
A flame that burns with passion's tender grace.
It is the greatest gift we can compel,
A treasure found in love's enchanting embrace.

No diamonds, gold, or riches can compare,
To love's pure essence, gentle and divine.
With every beat, our souls become aware,
That love's true beauty is forever thine.

For love is not a fleeting, selfish game,
But an eternal bond that joins two hearts.
It knows no boundaries, nor seeks for fame,
But flourishes when kindness it imparts.

So let us cherish love in all its might,
For love is the best thing we can have in sight.

Soda: Uses AI

See the walking of the teenager,
I think he's angry at the stager.

He finds it hard to see the pen,
Overshadowed by the goofy comedienne.

Who is that eating near the bear?
I think she'd like to eat the software.

She is but an amazing teenager,
Admired as she sits upon a pipe major.

Her living car is just a girl,
It needs no gas, it runs on curl.

She's not alone she brings a boyfriend,
a pet owl, and lots of blend.

The owl likes to chase a zebra,
Especially one that's in the libra.

The teenager shudders at the passionate turtle
He want to leave but she wants the ertel.

Darry: Writes an easy haiku about having younger brothers

Why are they so dumb.

They annoy me everyday.

I hate them so much.

Johnny: Writes a small, cute poem

In bonds of friendship, hearts entwined, we find,
A treasure rare, a solace for the soul.
A precious gift, a love that's truly kind,
A bond so strong, it makes us feel whole.

Two-bit: Makes a poem about mickey mouse

In the realm of dreams, a mouse so bold,
With ears so round, and a heart of gold.
Mickey Mouse, a timeless delight,
Guiding us through life's darkest night.

Steve: Makes one about Donald Trump

In the realm of power and politics,
A figure emerged, mysterious and bold.
His name resounded, a clarion call,
Donald Trump, a story yet untold.

With swagger and charm, he took the stage,
A businessman turned political sage.
His words ignited both faith and fear,
Drawing crowds, their hopes held dear.

Dally: Makes one about killing people

Free verse it shall be, no boundaries bound,
As I spin this yarn, on uncertain ground.
But tread with caution, for the subject is grim,
Of hitting people with a car, no light within.

The engine roars, a beast unleashed,
As tires screech, hearts skip a beat.
A symphony of metal, a collision of fate,
Where life and death intertwine, a cruel debate.