Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Why Everybody Calls Me Klutzarilla
Output (English): it be rain i slip and i fell in mud my clothes be really muddy and i have to school everyone laugh in lunch i spill my milk and i slip on my milk and get it all on the back of my new pant in the hallway my shoe be untied and i fell on my pretty face on the way home it be still rain iwas try to walk down the hill when i trip on a huge stick and i go tumble down the wet muddy hill and i come home coverd with muddy clothes that be why everybody call me klutzarilla