Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Broccalie
Output (English): i love the taste of broccalie it dazzle in my head it make me fall asleep at night when i go to bed my brother hat it he say it taste like dirt i say how do you know you cant even spell your name he say that it look so lame i try to punch and kick him but then i take the blame so now i hate broccalie it give me bad luck and now when i see it i just say yuck