Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): My Rodeo
Output (English): the morning i wake up early get a shower and wash. grab a bite to eat think about my rodeo on the way there i can smell the sweet sent of horse goat and cow hope for the best when i look around i see cowboys left and right their thinking there the best not at my rodeo you can see the fear in their eye when they pull those chootes wait for your new best freind to come run through the gate i get a big black one his name be twenty-one i wait till the flank be tie and the people be watch close becuase when that door swing open they will think of me the most i shake my head quickly wait for the door i can see the fear in his eye a i start to spur i hear that sweet busser ring i hope it good enough the crowd start to cheer and say