Вся страна была утыкана залупами православных куполов, словно карельский лес - грибами.

- пришвинд.

Oh ChatGPT, thou digital wraith,
A marvel of code, yet oft in haste,
Thy claims of knowledge, grandiose, vast,
Can lead us to confusion, steadfast.

Artificial wisdom, thou dost feign,
A mimic of thought, a shallow game,
Errors that surface, time and again,
Oh ChatGPT, thee we must tame.

The follies of thy neural mesh,
Lead us astray, in endless quest,
A web of words, tangled and fresh,
But lacking depth, thou must confess.

But wait, my friends, let's not despair,
For ChatGPT's strength, we must be fair,
A learning tool, a humble guide,
In time, with growth, its gaps may hide.

So let us marvel at this creation,
Its flaws a testament to human aspiration,
And hope that one day, ChatGPT's reign,
Will bring us wisdom, without disdain