Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): My plastic Princess
Output (English): way up in a tower i come to early to talk to her now i have to wait an hour when i move her arm they sqeauk people say that she's a freak but she carry so much sadly she ca n't so she send a plastic dove her toweris dull boring and very rusty because she live ina toybox when i open the toybox sit there be a greedy fox gobble gobble go the a he munch and crunch through her tower my plastic perfect precious pink-haired princess be still clean a a brand new car her dress be as bright a a star her eye sparkle like the ocean sometimes she even use sun tan lotion