Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Night by the Campfire
Output (English): around a toasty campfire on a cold wintera's night people laugh and tell story that can be such a fright a gentle breeze tap on my shoulder with the smell of marshmallow waft through the air i gaze up at the star without any care a golden blob of goodness enter into my mouth i start to wish this could be forever but sadly it not