Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): The Bar
Output (English): i wait for my turn the bar grin at me it seem to be say bring it on. not this time i think i'm not afraid of you i jump off the block and grasp the bar it seem to squirm under my hand a if to shake me off no i wo n't fall i pull myself up to a front support when i cast i whirl around the bar at mock 5. almost do i think i cast once more for my dismount in a whirl of chalk my foot hit the mat''ha i say out loud the bar seem disappoint i have conquer all