Joel Swagman | Rats build bicycles, become disillusioned, become pirates, find religion, and then become atheists @JoelSwagman | Uploaded March 2024 | Updated October 2024, 1 hour ago.
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In the realm of whimsical tales untold,
Where imagination weaves its threads of gold,
There lived a band of rats, clever and bright,
Creating wonders that danced in the night.
With nimble paws and curious minds,
They forged their dreams in secret binds,
Tiny artisans of a grand design,
Building bicycles, oh so fine.
Each spoke in place, each wheel aligned,
Rat engineers with vision refined,
Pedals turned by tiny paws,
Their creations defying nature's laws.
But as their wheels spun round and round,
A whisper of discontent profound,
For the rats grew weary of their art,
Yearning for a life with a different start.
In a sudden twist of fate's cruel hand,
They cast aside their wheels so grand,
And donned the masks of pirates bold,
Seeking treasures, untold and untold.
Sailing the seas, their hearts set free,
They pillaged and plundered with reckless glee,
Yet amidst the chaos and stolen gold,
A longing for something more took hold.
They sailed to distant shores, far and wide,
Searching for solace, seeking to confide,
And there, on an island bathed in light,
They found religion, shining bright.
The rats knelt down with fervent zeal,
Their pirate hearts beginning to heal,
Prayers on their lips, they found solace there,
Embracing faith with a newfound flair.
But as the days turned into years,
A doubt crept in, causing silent tears,
The rats questioned the gods they once adored,
Their boundless faith now slowly ignored.
They turned their backs on belief's embrace,
Atheism claimed their newfound space,
No longer swayed by divine decree,
They sought their own truth, wild and free.
The rats, once builders of bikes sublime,
Became pirates, seekers of lost time,
Found religion, then let it go,
Embracing atheism's uncertain glow.
In this tale of rats' fickle plight,
We find reflections of our human light,
For in our search for purpose and truth,
We navigate the seas of doubt with youth.
So let us learn from these rats gone astray,
Embracing change as we find our own way,
Building, doubting, seeking, and more,
For life's mysteries still lie at our core.
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Suggested Use: Listen first without the transcript. Then listen a second time while reading the transcript
Transcript here: docs.google.com/document/d/1QADFm_-19RQSkYD_i46zu_kyOqTGEllsfCYSiEM0zII/edit?usp=sharing
In the realm of whimsical tales untold,
Where imagination weaves its threads of gold,
There lived a band of rats, clever and bright,
Creating wonders that danced in the night.
With nimble paws and curious minds,
They forged their dreams in secret binds,
Tiny artisans of a grand design,
Building bicycles, oh so fine.
Each spoke in place, each wheel aligned,
Rat engineers with vision refined,
Pedals turned by tiny paws,
Their creations defying nature's laws.
But as their wheels spun round and round,
A whisper of discontent profound,
For the rats grew weary of their art,
Yearning for a life with a different start.
In a sudden twist of fate's cruel hand,
They cast aside their wheels so grand,
And donned the masks of pirates bold,
Seeking treasures, untold and untold.
Sailing the seas, their hearts set free,
They pillaged and plundered with reckless glee,
Yet amidst the chaos and stolen gold,
A longing for something more took hold.
They sailed to distant shores, far and wide,
Searching for solace, seeking to confide,
And there, on an island bathed in light,
They found religion, shining bright.
The rats knelt down with fervent zeal,
Their pirate hearts beginning to heal,
Prayers on their lips, they found solace there,
Embracing faith with a newfound flair.
But as the days turned into years,
A doubt crept in, causing silent tears,
The rats questioned the gods they once adored,
Their boundless faith now slowly ignored.
They turned their backs on belief's embrace,
Atheism claimed their newfound space,
No longer swayed by divine decree,
They sought their own truth, wild and free.
The rats, once builders of bikes sublime,
Became pirates, seekers of lost time,
Found religion, then let it go,
Embracing atheism's uncertain glow.
In this tale of rats' fickle plight,
We find reflections of our human light,
For in our search for purpose and truth,
We navigate the seas of doubt with youth.
So let us learn from these rats gone astray,
Embracing change as we find our own way,
Building, doubting, seeking, and more,
For life's mysteries still lie at our core.
joelswagman.blogspot.com/2024/03/rats-building-bicycles-and-then_32.html
joelswagman.blogspot.com/2024/02/playing-around-with-chatgpt.html
Poems Created by ChatGPT Playlist: youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOY-0V_l_9x7SS6F58X5Jq-RX1NH9wh2f&si=ZlfUpQyIA3Q9WwuQ
Poems ESL Listening Playlist:
youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOY-0V_l_9x7ReDXIOlVgC1Ci0mGdDWqd
ESL Listening Exercises Playlist:
youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOY-0V_l_9x7xq-zLjulU2DRTjg2TNmAx
sites.google.com/view/reading-and-listening-practice
