Patbot?

So I decided to take a look at ChatGPT, and the first task I set it was:

"Write a poem about Kettering Town Football Club”  

Within literally five seconds, this spooled out: 

In the town of Kettering, where passions ignite, 
There’s a club that brings joy, in red and white. 
Kettering Town, a football team of might, 
Their spirit unyielding, shining so bright.

On Rockingham Road, where legends were born,
The Poppies took flight, with dreams to adorn.
Through highs and lows, they’ve weathered each storm,
United in purpose, a community sworn.

From humble beginnings, they’ve climbed with desire,
Through victories and setbacks, they never tire.
With fervent supporters, their hearts set on fire,
In the stands, their cheers reach higher and higher.
 
The hallowed ground echoes with roars of the crowd,
As warriors in red stand tall and proud.
Their boots on the pitch, they play with a shroud,
A dance of skill and grit, where legends are ploughed.
 
Through seasons of battles, both fierce and tough,
Kettering Town’s legacy, forever enough.
With loyal fans, whose faith never snuffs,
Their love for their club, unwavering and gruff.

Oh, Kettering Town, you shine like a star,
Guiding the dreams of those near and far.
Through thick and thin, you’ve come so far,
A beacon of hope, for all that you are.
 
So let the anthem of the Poppies resound,
In Kettering’s heart, forever renowned.
For Kettering Town, we’ll forever be bound,
In victory and defeat, our love knows no ground. 

My first reaction, obviously apart from noting the laboured rhyming structure, was – this is it, we’re doomed!   The machines are taking over!  If a bot can write that in the blink of an eye, how long before we’re hiding from killer androids in the smoking ruins of human civilisation? 

But then, should we be so worried?  On closer analysis, the composition is riddled with factual errors. We don’t play in red and white any more, Rockingham Road is long gone, and as for “loyal fans, whose faith never snuffs”, doesn’t ChatGPT read KTFC Chat?  And no mention at all of the pitch.

If AI can get it that wrong, there’s hope for humankind yet.  But best stock up on ammo and tinned food, just in case.  

I'm afraid I can't let you criticise my poetry, Dave