I had ChatGPT write a poem about surveyor’s mom.
A Cornhusker fan, with a twinkle in her eye.Teeth may be absent, but her laughter rings,Through the truck stops, where her spirit sings.
A dance with the truckers, beneath starlight gleams,Chasing dreams in the land of corn and dreams.Though teeth may be missing, her heart beats strong,In the rhythm of life, a resilient song.
Scarlet and cream in her tattered attire,A Nebraska spirit, fueled by desire.Through the highways she wanders, missing teeth and all,Yet in her laughter, echoes resilience's call.
Truckers come and go like the passing breeze,Yet in her Cornhusker heart, she finds ease.For in every encounter, a tale unfurls,A mosaic of moments in this vast world.