Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): A Young Golfer...
Output (English): the day have just begin it be dim and damp everyone be around to see a true champ he couldna't judge the slope and couldna't decide which way each putt break a he approach the par three tee-box the grass soft and fuzzy he look down the fairway and felt a little dizzy there be a bunker on the left and a bunker on the right the green be almost challenge him say to him youa'll need a little spin he pull out his five wood from his bag while everyone be still and watch he tee his golf ball up while tug on his hat he take two smooth practice swing and on his third shot strike the ball perfectly solid it be right on target to the hole it be just like a bullet a he walk up to see where his ball be he do not see it in sight he walk up to the hole to see if it have go in and hold his face with fright and sure enough there his ball lay in the hole face up to him he bend down to pick up the ball which put a grin on his chin a he hold his ball up with pride and joy he go over to hug his father for this moment be a moment that would always last forever