ChatGPT Trump Poem

Upon this summer's eve, fair and serene,
Doth Trump's presence stir, a sight unseen.
His words, a fiery orb in heavens high,
Doth captivate the ear and catch the eye.

As summer's heat doth rise, so doth his speech,
A tempest brewing, within his reach.
Yet, like the season's warmth, it can ignite,
Both fervent passions and tumultuous fight.

Just as the sun, with its resplendent rays,
Doth cast its light upon our fleeting days,
So Trump, with charisma, doth cast his glow,
Yet shadows linger where truths may not show.

But as the summer's day doth wane and fade,
So too shall Trump's influence start to degrade.
For like the season, he will come to pass,
Leaving behind both glory and alas.

Thus, let us ponder on this summer's night,
The parallels that rise within our sight.
For Trump, like summer, leaves a lasting spark,
In memories and pages of the dark.