My cat thinks he's a king
But all day long he does nothing
He lounges on the couch
His lazy ways make me ouch
But when he purrs and cuddles
I forgive him his idle struggles.
In the realm of coffee's warmth, conversation weaves,
A dear friend's words, a notion that grieves.
She spoke of planning, of life's scripted song,
Impromptu actions, where spontaneity belongs.
I nodded in agreement, feeling the truth,
A yearning awakened, a call to break loose.
So, I returned home, with thoughts ablaze,
And a whimsical notion, a domain to embrace.
WhimsicalEnterprises.com, a name so grand,
A canvas untouched, awaiting my command.
Years passed, it lay dormant, a silent reverie,
Reflecting my struggle, both planned and free.
But one day, inspiration sparked within my core,
The convergence of ideas, a notion to explore.
The AI's embrace, a partner so exquisite,
To craft random poems, with every website visit.
Although a seasoned coder, with wisdom and might,
I ceded the code, to bring this vision to light.
Commanding the AI, to weave code unseen,
To grace each visitor, with poems serene.
A revelation unfolded, like a shimmering veil,
The AI could shoulder the work, without fail.
I sought its assistance, with humble request,
To script the code, to make my dreams manifest.
And so, it transpired, a collaboration profound,
An AI's energy, with my heart's resound.
In unity, we birthed a realm of poetic lore,
Where every visitor finds inspiration galore.