Oh, Online dates, how they doth allure
A chance at love, a spark to procure
But alas, oft they lead to woe
With expectations high, and feelings low
One swipes right, and matches they become
Hopes arise, hearts start to hum
But when they meet, ’tis oft a bore
No chemistry, no spark, no amour
Oh, cruel fate, to play this game
Where love is sought, but ends in shame
Yet still we swipe, and still we try
Hoping one day, love will not pass us by
So let us not give up the fight
For love will come, with all its might
On the internet or elsewhere, we may find
A love that’s true, and forever bind.
– We asked ChatGPT to write a poem on Tinder dates. It’s nowhere near as stirring as Rumi, Neruda or Plath; but it’s not too bad either. What do you think?