My younger brother passed away yesterday morning at the age of 70....a massive heart attack, with barely a hint of problematic medical history. All of us are in shock, and I've been asked to deliver a eulogy. However, in order to minimize tears, that will already be flowing plentifully, (along with my own), I wanted to do something more along the lines of a celebration party to the memory of a good man. Alan was well known for his apple pies. For the closing of my little speech, I asked Bard to help with a limerick in honor of Alan's culinary expertise. I've modified this somewhat, but I used Bard to get to the...er...core of the idea. I only tweaked, modified, deleted, or added my own words to give it more personal....er....appeal. I used Bard, you might say, as the...mmmm...er...seed of my little rhyme.
I know it takes some...er....crust to do this, and you may think me a bit....er...flakey. Here, however, with thanks to Bard, and apologies to the late, great Charles Osgood, is the AI-Human rendition of an ode to the passing of a wonderful brother and a legendary pie baker.
There once was a baker named Alan,
Whose pies were a mouth's education.
From Granny Smith tart,
To Honeycrisp art,
He'd leave us weeping in pie-based elation.
Now angels at elevated station,
Raise forks in celestial ovation!
Though heaven's pies might be grand,
None will e’er hold a hand
To the marvel of dear Alan's creation.