Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Me the Basketball
Output (English): i hear the whistle blow they toss me in the air they smack me viciously on the face i never seem to care the first basket be score the net make me feel pleasant it's just like a christmas gift a gorgeous wrapped present sometimes they're not very nice my head bounce off the rim ouch that's gon na leave a mark i'm start to feel grim besides all the good and bad i'm the star on the court without me their basketball skill measure up very short