Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): The man on the Porche
Output (English): there once be a young man with a black suit that use to sit on the porche of a elegant canadian home he do n't mean anyone harm just want to sit on the porche in a chair he puff on his cigarette in his 1912 suit the owner of the house a young mother and daughter tell him repeatedly to get lose sometimes he would leave sometimes he would n't then they have to call the police to take him away he stsayed away for a while a month go by and turn into summer then the daughter spot him outside again so she rush out the door and storm right up to him vixy what be your problem huh how come you wo n't leave he smoke so elegantly on his cigarette before turn to her the warm wind blow his blonde hair back his icy blue eye star into hers then in a voice as smooth a snow he say thomas well my dear i die here she gasp in horror at the fact that she be star at a ghost she do n't know that she back away and run she tell her mom later that afternoon what have happen she gasp and run outside but he be n't there he have disappear apparently he choose heaven instead yeah they're much nicer up there so thing go fine but they never forget the place where the ghost die