Well, as I’m on my way from Alicante to Madrid, I thought I might as well see what ChatGPT could do withy my day!
The train in Spain goes mainly on the plain
Across the sun-baked land it speeds
Through fields of wheat and groves of olives
Past towns and cities, fulfilling its needs
Its whistle echoes through the hills
As it cuts through rocky terrain
The rhythmic clack of steel on steel
Brings with it a soothing refrain
The train in Spain, a marvel of design
Swift and sleek, it rolls on and on
With each new vista, a brand new scene
A journey of wonder, never gone
So sit back and watch the world go by
As the train in Spain speeds along
From Alicante to Madrid it flies
With a steady hum and a melodic song.
The Poems I Never Wrote 