The prompt that I gave Chat GPT was Remix this poem to be comedic.

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Whose hoodies these are I think I know

His house is in the city though

He will not see me stopping here

To take a selfie in the snow

My little dog must think it queer

To stop without a fire hydrant near

Between the streets and icy sidewalk

The coldest evening of the year

He gives his tail a wag and shake

To ask if there’s a pee break to make

The only other sound’s the beep

Of traffic and snowplows that scrape

The streets are lovely, white and deep

But I have errands I can’t just sleep

And tasks to do before I chill

And tasks to do before I chill.