Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Baseball glove
Output (English): i do n't think i will ever have a basebal glove that fit good than mine it grip my hand like it be custom- make and never drop a ball the inside be worn and fade and the printing have disappear the knot be loose and i must tie them after every game it smell of old leather and be cover in dust the original color have turn to a dull shade of grey