Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): The Great Treat
Output (English): almost every afternoon i eat potato chip yes i do every evening right at six i eat potato chip on brick i munch a i crunch as loud a a pound i lose many teeth like this i still have one tooth on my bone i think potato chip be in my nose i think it be salt be in my bone i'm go crazy until i know i'm have a lunch with potato chip i crunch hard and eat messy i'm perfectly fine when i have a bite