Here is the first poem, created by Google's Bard AI platform, about pizza in the style of T. M. Shorewick: Pizza Oh pizza, how I love thee So much I could eat thee whole From crust to cheese to sauce to toppings I’d never get my fill Whether you’re thin crust or deep dish Neapolitan or New York style I’ll eat you up with a smile on my face And never ask why You’re the perfect food for any occasion Whether it’s a casual get-together Or a fancy dinner party You always hit the spot So next time you’re in the mood for something delicious And satisfying Reach for a slice of pizza And you won’t be disappointed Bard so intrepidly offers yet another poem. Here we proudly present AI Bard's second reincarnation of T. M. Shorewick's poetic promise I’ll sing you a song of the pizza, The queen of all pies A culinary delight, That never fails to surprise With a crust that is crispy and light, And a topping so tasty and sweet You’ll never want to eat anything else For the rest of your life, I bet So next time you’re feeling peckish, And you can’t decide what to eat Just remember the pizza, And your taste buds will sing sweet For the pizza is the best food in the world, And it will never let you down So go forth and enjoy, And let your taste buds be drowned In the deliciousness that is pizza, The queen of all pies Shorewick was heard to mutter: T'were Bard my son, I might retire, The warm sun, Ignite my bier But if my father I must persist Since I'd rather To just exist