REQUEST FROM POOR OLD HENRY

Can you write me a poem about a very very big man who was told by his doctor to slim down from 167 kilograms to 90 kilograms within 7 months. This was essential in order for him to be selected as a discuss competitor in the 2032 Olympics in Brisbane, where he was the one annointed to light the Olympic flame.

RESPONSE FROM AI

The Journey of the Giant

In a town where shadows whispered loud,
Lived a giant of a man, proud and endowed.
Weighing in at a hefty one sixty-seven,
A heart full of dreams, he felt like a heaven.

But fate, with her finger, pointed the way,
To the bright Olympic lights that beckoned to play.
“Seven months to reshape, to slim, redefine,
To compete with the best and let your talent shine.”

“From 167 to 90,” the doctor proclaimed,
“A journey of will; it’s not just a game.
The discus awaits, where strength meets the sky,
And the moment you light it, the world will cry high!”

With determination burning like fire in his chest,
He set forth on a path, a true warrior’s quest.
No sugary treats, no late-night delight,
Just sweat and resolve in the early dawn light.

Long runs through the fields, under stars shining bright,
He danced with the wind, embraced every fight.
Each pound that he shed felt like lifting a weight,
And with each little victory, he started to skate.

Friends cheered him on, “You’ve got this, oh giant!”
Your spirit is fierce, unyielding, defiant.
When doubts tried to creep in, he banished them fast,
With a mind full of focus, he built up his mast.

Months flowed like rivers, each change in the mirror,
Reflected a spirit, a man growing clearer.
As the numbers fell down, like leaves in the fall,
He felt lighter than air, the weight of a wall.

And finally came the day when he found himself free,
At 90 kilograms, he stood proudly with glee.
The discus in hand, he gazed at the crowd,
Ready for glory, his fate wrapped in shroud.

The flame he would light, it danced like his dreams,
With a flicker of hope, igniting the seams.
The world watched in wonder, the giant stood tall,
A testament to strength, to rise after the fall.

So here’s to the giant, whose spirit won skies,
Against all the odds, he dared to rise.
For in the heart of a man, however big he may be,
Lies the power of courage, of hope, and of glee.