Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Seasick
Output (English): sway and swing bring such a sorrow i borrow a bag in which i deliver a disgust thing in which make my stomach cling when bird crow and the foghorn blow i feel a little queasy and it kinda look cheesy i rock like a baby but would rather take a walk to get rid of this awful feeling oh no my waffle be come up teeter totter back and forth it give me the hiccup until all of a sudden blah here it come again