I told ChatGPT to write an epic poem on peanut butter and this is what it produced:

O Muse, sing of the humble legume,
Whose destiny was forever changed,
By the hands of humans, who did presume,
To transform it into something strange.

From the fields, the peanuts were brought,
And sorted, cleaned, and roasted hot,
Then ground to paste, with care and thought,
Into a spread that many sought.

The machines, they whirred and spun,
As workers toiled, from dawn till done,
To craft the perfect blend and pun,
Of crunchy or smooth, for everyone.

Oh, peanut butter, how you have grown,
From simple snack to a throne,
For you are now a flavor well-known,
And loved from shore to shore, on your own.