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From:Jesse Schuerman
Sent:Tuesday, January 9, 2024 12:02
To:Matthew Long; Kristi Fehringer
Subject:I had chatgpt rewrite my Shakespearean poem to Esther in Hillbilly;
This is the only way I could get her to clean my stain, and it worked!
rewrite the following as a Washington Hillbilly:
In hamlets fair, where I do reside,
A lass, Esther, hath caught my pride,
Her tasks, though humble, are of great import,
And yet, her duties, she'll not sort.
I've done what I could, to make her plight
Easier, and free from endless night.
Twice, the water I've sent down the drain,
And out, the garbage I have ta'en.
But still, the stain, it doth remain,
In stubborn fashion, and not in vain,
I've begged, I've pleaded, I've even prayed,
For Esther, to come and lend me aid.
Alas, my efforts have come to naught,
And still, the stain, it hath not fought.
Oh Esther, why must thou be so,
That to this stain, thou'rt not aglow?
With words, sharp as the winter's frost,
Esther, she spoke, and at me did boast,
"To hell with thee!", she did exclaim,
And left me, standing, in great shame.
Perchance, my deeds, she did disdain,
Or art thou, Esther, just insane?
In truth, I know not, what to say,
But still, the stain, it doth stay.
So, here I stand, with heavy heart,
Surrounded by my stains, a sorry part,
Of a world, where lasses do not clean,
And stains, forever, doth remain unclean.
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Well, in them yonder parts where I'm a-settlin',
There's this gal named Esther, got me a-feelin',
Her chores, plain as a hound dog's bark,
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But she won't lift a finger, not even a spark.
I've been tryin', I swear, to ease her load,
Flushed twice, took the trash, that's the road.
But darn it all, that stain's still clingin' tight,
Begged, pleaded, prayed, all day and night.
My efforts, they're like chasin' a ghost,
That stubborn stain's just plain engrossed.
Oh Esther, why you gotta be so contrary?
Leavin' me hangin', feelin' kinda wary.
She spat words colder than winter's chill,
"To hell with thee!"—my heart stood still.
Left me standin' with shame in my chest,
Guess cleanin's a notion she detests.
Might be she's got a quarrel with me,
Or maybe Esther's just plain crazy, you see.
Truth be told, I'm at a loss today,
Stain's still there, ain't goin' away.
Here I am, with a heart that's sore,
Stains all 'round, a sorry uproar,
In a world where gals won't tend to clean, Stains linger on, a cursed unseen scene.
Jesse Schuerman, PE URA Staff Engineer City of Twin Falls
203 Main Ave. East Twin Falls, ID 83301 Ph# 208- 735-7252
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