Anonymous wrote:I was expecting an actual Ode, so of course I asked GPT to write one:
Ode to the Legendary Toddler at Ruth's Chris Steak House on New Year’s Eve
Oh three-year-old, small titan of cheer,
Who dared to grace fine dining near,
When clocks chimed ten and candles glowed,
You toddled forth, the star of this ode.
Your parents, bold, with a question posed,
On forums vast where judgment flows:
"Will diners mind, or will they bless,
Our tot at midnight in her fanciest dress?"
The sages typed, their brows askew,
"Get a sitter, or we’ll scowl at you!"
"A steakhouse late? A toddler’s play?"
But no! Your folks had plans that day.
With naps pre-planned and hopes held tight,
They whisked you off into the night.
In Bethesda’s posh and hushed domain,
You joined the feast, a tiny champagne.
Oh child, did you howl or gurgle delight?
Did steak fries fly in your jubilant flight?
Did patrons sigh, their romance askew,
Or toast your pluck with a winking, “You do you”?
We see you there, with crayon and bread,
Your midnight dreams, of cow softly fed.
While grown-ups debated, “Right or rude?”
You simply danced in toddler-hued mood.
Oh mighty toddler, of legend now sung,
At Ruth’s Chris Steak House, the night you were young.
May your tale endure, both ire and glee,
A toast to your midnight jubilee!
Bravo - Well Done!
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