system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
The world is ending! A tomato is going to crash into the planet! Write a 5-stanza poem that makes it seem like a meteor is coming, but then make it a tomato at the end.
gpt
A huge, red mass brushes the horizon.
The sunset confuses itself.
Rays of sunlight cast gently on vermilion skin
but quickly blot and spin in circles.
A tuft of green perches on the solar blaze,
bridging the gap between the mountains and the hills.

Midday sees the sun high in the sky,
illuminating crimson clouds.
Disturbed anarchists watch in awe
as Mars begins to grow steadily in size.
Its craters are smoothed over and shiny.
A tint of pale jade in patches.

Astronomers gaze through their absurd telescopes.
Philosophers predict distant catastrophes,
but they are misinformed by false gods.
The scarlet spectacle seduces the crowd,
raining upon them glorious gifts of juice.
Drawing ever closer to the defiled surface.

Like a blessing the fruit bursts open
upon the grey and glassy structures.
Brutal spires puncture and wound,
erupting clouds of murky, misty burgundy,
drenching the earth in a flood of hot vitamins.
Seeds the size of cars destined to rest forever.

Once the bewilderment drains away,
speculation runs rampant through the sweet streets.
An unexpected apocalypse, shrouded in mystery.
Ruddy faces like the rivers that run past them,
remembering the day of the great ruby moon
when the tomato came crashing to earth.