“Dreaming of a future where a chambered Meadowhawk is offered.” An AI poem

[Fartcaster…Undercover]

Oh, Warmoth’s got a Meadowhawk, light as a breeze,
Chambered body humming, it’s sure to please!
I dreamt of this axe, so featherweight fine,
Now my riffs will soar, like a hawk divine!

But wait—enter Aaron, the fabled design sage,
Wizard of wood and the chambered stage!
He sketched this bird from a feverish spark,
Now my shredding dreams pierce the dark—
Thanks to Aaron's magic, my strings sing free,
Warmoth's chambered hawk: pure ecstasy!

 

[Spud]

Oh, Warmoth’s got a Meadowhawk, light as a breeze,
Chambered body humming, it’s sure to please!
I dreamt of this axe, so featherweight fine,
Now my riffs will soar, like a hawk divine!

But wait—enter Aaron, the fabled design sage,
Wizard of wood and the chambered stage!
He sketched this bird from a feverish spark,
Now my shredding dreams pierce the dark—
Thanks to Aaron's magic, my strings sing free,
Warmoth's chambered hawk: pure ecstasy!

oh, boy

 

[aarontunes]

Fever dream.

Almost certainly ain't gonna happen in this decade.

 

[Fartcaster…Undercover]