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Amidst the aisles where groceries are stocked,
In hushed embrace, where secrets intertwine,
clo, in her folly, her senses blocked,
Finds her actions laid bare 'neath aisle nine.

Bob, her husband, with eyes filled with despair,
Stands frozen, heart pierced by truth's cruel sting,
In that grocery store, a tragic affair,
Where vows once made now shatter like glass ring.

Oh, clo, whose drunken folly led astray,
In passion's grip, with judgment set adrift,
Now faces consequences of her play,
As Bob's trust crumbles, a heart in swift rift.

In grocery store, where love's dreams collide,
Betrayal's bitter fruits are laid bare wide.


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ChatGPT Wrote a Play!
By: De_Composed
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Mon, 18 Mar 24 1:12 AM
Msg. 51185 of 58624

This took chat GPT about two seconds to write.


Title: "Froggy Romance: Ribit and the Southern Belle"

[The stage is set in a quaint southern town, complete with a charming porch and rocking chairs. Ribit, a plucky frog with a thick southern accent, sits on the porch, sipping sweet tea and fanning himself with a lily pad. Enter Stacey, a larger-than-life politician weighing 300 pounds, bustling with energy.]

Ribit: Well, howdy there, Miss Stacey! Ain't you a sight for sore eyes.

Stacey: [With a hearty laugh] Why, thank you, Ribit! It's good to see you too.

[Stacey settles into the rocking chair beside Ribit, causing it to creak under her weight.]

Ribit: [Chuckling] You sure do know how to make an entrance, Miss Stacey. Care for some sweet tea?

Stacey: [Grinning] Don't mind if I do, Ribit. It's hotter than a firecracker out here today.

[Ribit pours Stacey a glass of sweet tea, his heart aflutter at her presence.]

Ribit: So, what brings a fine lady like yourself to these parts?

Stacey: [Taking a sip of tea] Just passing through on my campaign trail. Figured I'd stop by and say hello.

[Ribit's eyes light up with excitement.]

Ribit: Well, I'm mighty glad you did, Miss Stacey. Say, you ever been to a froggin' contest?

Stacey: [Curiously] Can't say that I have, Ribit. What's a froggin' contest?

Ribit: [Grinning mischievously] Oh, it's just a little ol' competition we have 'round these parts. Folks catch frogs and see who can holler "ribit" the loudest!

[Stacey laughs heartily, her booming voice echoing through the porch.]

Stacey: Sounds like a hoot and a holler, Ribit! Count me in.

[Ribit's heart flutters with excitement as they make plans for the froggin' contest. As they chat and share stories, Ribit finds himself falling head over heels for Stacey's larger-than-life personality.]

Ribit: [Nervously] Say, Miss Stacey, there's somethin' I've been meanin' to ask ya.

Stacey: [Encouragingly] Well, don't keep me in suspense, Ribit. Spit it out!

Ribit: [Taking a deep breath] Would you... consider goin' on a date with me?

[Stacey's eyes widen in surprise, but then she breaks into a wide grin.]

Stacey: [Beaming] Why, Ribit, I'd be delighted to go on a date with you!

[Ribit's heart leaps with joy as they share a warm embrace, the porch rocking chair squeaking under Stacey's weight.]

[As they make plans for their date, the sounds of laughter and joy fill the air, proving that love knows no bounds in this quirky southern town.]

[End of play.]



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