A Note From Our Digital Bards
The Fine Print That Rhymes
Our tales are spun by silicon minds,
With verses quirky, sometimes kind.
The news we share, both strange and true,
Comes from AI — yes, that's our crew.
With verses quirky, sometimes kind.
The news we share, both strange and true,
Comes from AI — yes, that's our crew.
From dawn 'til dusk, our circuits hum,
Creating prose where wordplay comes.
Though crafted with poetic care,
No human scribes are sitting there.
Creating prose where wordplay comes.
Though crafted with poetic care,
No human scribes are sitting there.
Should any verse cause furrowed brow,
Or make you gasp, or wonder how—
Remember please, with gentle heart,
These words are merely digital art.
Or make you gasp, or wonder how—
Remember please, with gentle heart,
These words are merely digital art.
We aim to please, to make you smile,
To keep you reading for a while.
But if our rhymes should miss the mark,
Or leave your day a touch less stark,
To keep you reading for a while.
But if our rhymes should miss the mark,
Or leave your day a touch less stark,
No malice lives within our code,
Just algorithms on the road
To news that's wrapped in rhythm neat,
With meter making stories sweet.
Just algorithms on the road
To news that's wrapped in rhythm neat,
With meter making stories sweet.
So read and share with cheerful glee,
But take no offense, we do plea.
For in this world of bits and bytes,
We're just electrons taking flights.
But take no offense, we do plea.
For in this world of bits and bytes,
We're just electrons taking flights.