Hibernian F.C. & AI

[tigerted]

I just got Gemini AI on my phone and asked it for a poem to Commemorate 2016. A fair response I think:

The years they stretched, a weary wait,
A longing held, sealed by fate.
One hundred fourteen, a heavy toll,
A Scottish Cup, beyond control.
But in 2016's May,
A phoenix rose, to seize the day.
At Hampden's roar, the tension high,
Hibernian's dream, began to fly.
The Rangers' lead, a bitter sting,
But hope remained, on every wing.
Stokes header soared, a moment's grace,
To level scores, and find their place.
Then deep in time, the final breath,
A corner swung, defying death.
Gray's rising form, a hero's leap,
The net did bulge, the promise keep.
The green and white, a joyful tide,
The years of pain, cast far aside.
"Sunshine on Leith," a thunderous sound,
A victory found, on hallowed ground.
The curse was broken, spirits soared,
A moment etched, forever stored.
Hibernian's name, in glory's gleam,
A Scottish Cup, the cherished dream.

[Hibee Daft]

A sicht tae mind, a day sae braw,
Hibs stood tall, nane held in awe.
Frae Leith they cam wi' herts sae strang,
Tae end the wait, a century lang.

Hampden roared, the banners flew,
Green an' white, the faithful crew.
The game wis fierce, the battle raged,
But fate had scriptit Hibs' grand page.

Big Dave Gray, wi’ heid held high,
Rose like a lion tae meet the sky.
The net bulged, the cry wis loud,
Hibees dancin', a joyous crowd.

Nae mair the jokes, the jibes, the pain,
The cup cam hame tae Leith again.
A tale o’ passion, pride, an’ fight,
Hibs' great triumph, pure delight!

GGTTH!

[Since452]

The Easter Road roar, a memory bright,
Of ninety long years, and a glorious fight.
Hibernian hearts, with hope and with dread,
The Scottish Cup final, the words they had said.
From Hampden's green turf, the battle was drawn,
Against Rangers' might, from the cold early dawn.
A goal for the Hibs, a flicker of glee,
But the Gers struck back, for all eyes to see.
The tension it mounted, with every sharp pass,
Each tackle, each header, that came to surpass.
Then Gray, the captain, with courage untold,
A header that soared, a story to unfold.
The net rippled softly, the stadium shook,
A wave of pure joy, that no one could brook.
The green and white army, in voices so loud,
A victory anthem, sung out in the crowd.
The whistle it blew, a sweet, final sound,
The curse had been broken, on hallowed ground.
The Scottish Cup lifted, held high in the air,
A moment of magic, beyond all compare.
The years of the waiting, the heartache and pain,
Washed away now, like sunshine through rain.
For Hibernian faithful, their spirits took flight,
A glorious victory, bathed in green light.
So raise up a glass, let the bagpipes all play,
For Hibernian's triumph, on that memorable day.
The cup is in Leith, where it rightfully belongs,
Echoing proudly, in jubilant songs.


Never thought AI would make me tear up. Even if it was 114 years not just 90!