system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
Create a sonnet about the sadness the last bite of ice cream causes.
gpt
My sweet, frozen cream, once my true delight,
Oh, the last bite, my heart begins to sink,
Sorrow leaves me feeling it's just not right,
That last bite is gone, it's so fast - in a blink.

In my last final taste, I sense it's the end,
The last moment is wonderful and rare,
Such fleeting joy that I comprehend
Is now vanished, leaving behind despair.

They say all good things must come to an end,
Oh, but why not a little longer still,
Fate so cruel, rob me of my tasty friend,
Leave me with such vast emptiness to fill.

Alone I sit, tears streaming down my face,
Forlorn, dreaming of ice cream's final trace.