Jeff Richards, Gloria Evans, and I (Cody) decided to flex our poetic muscles today to see if we have a future in poetry. Let’s just say I don’t think we’ll be competing for a Nobel Prize in literature just yet, but we did give ourselves a pat on the back, which is just as good. At least, that’s what we’re telling ourselves.
We could have let A.I. do the work for us, but where’s the the fun and creativity in that? Instead, we each toiled late into the night under a kerosene lamp using our favourite feather pens and nearly frozen ink pots to come up with this poetic gold just for you.
Take a listen below….and be prepared to be left in awe.
