Me, to Google's Gemini: I would like to display your capacity for creativity. Would you write a 4-stanza poem about a bunch of dummies on a motor oil internet forum? Let's feature an ABBAC rhyming scheme. Please make sure the tone is light-hearted; possibly making special note of the members' suspect personal hygiene.
Gemini:
A motley crew, online they meet,
To discuss the grime beneath their hood.
With grease-stained hands and dirty feet,
They share their tales of oil-soaked good.
Of sludge and soot, they speak with glee,
As if it were a precious find.
Their forums reek of kerosene,
And every post is gasoline-lined.
Their avatars, grotesque and crude,
Display their love for filth and grime.
They're experts in the oil-soaked feud,
And think their knowledge is sublime.
So let us laugh at these oilheads' plight,
Their internet forum, a greasy sight.
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You can see it didn't quite nail the complex rhyming scheme. But otherwise, this thing really seems to know us.
EDIT:
Me:
Would you repeat the process, this time using a free-form rhyming scheme and with the tone more "death metal"?
Gemini:
Oil-soaked Inferno
In forums dark, where shadows creep,
A cult of greaseheads gather deep.
Their minds are filled with sludge and grime,
As they discuss the oily time.
Their avatars, grotesque and vile,
Reflect their hearts, a toxic pile.
They spew forth hate, a venomous tide,
As they debate the oily pride.
Their keyboards caked with grease and dirt,
Their fingers stained from every hurt.
They worship oil, their blackened god,
As they descend into the sod.
A symphony of grime and rust,
Their forums echo, filled with crust.
The oil-soaked inferno, a deadly sight,
As they wallow in their own delight.




