There once was a man full of guile,
Whose pranks would go on for a mile.
With a glint in his eye,
He would shock, oh my!
Surprise was his mischievous style!
He’d hide behind doors and surprise,
Bringing laughter and wide-open eyes.
From party to party,
He’d make everyone hearty,
With unexpected delight and surprise.
But sometimes he’d feel a bit bad,
For making folks jump and be glad.
So he’d play kind tricks,
Like leaving treats in the mix,
And warm hearts with surprises he had.
A Poem by ChatGPT