<|im_start|>system
You are a helpful AI assistant.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
Write me a poem about flowers! Use the word ‘tasty’, and remember to use an ABAB rhyming scheme. Make it at least 5 sentences long, and end with the word Potato. You may or may not use emojis, it is up to you.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
In gardens bright with colors gay, where flowers bloom, I walk today (A)
A tasty nectar bees do seek, within each petal, soft and meek (B)
The roses red and daisies fair, sweet fragrance wafting through the air (A)
With tulips bold in colors bright, they charm the eyes, a lovely sight (B)

The sunflower tall, its face toward the sky, a golden gift from nature high (A)
Each gentle blossom, a whispered kiss, a moment of serene, pure bliss (B)
And as I stroll this wondrous path, I find a most unlikely hath (A)
Amidst the flowers, so ornate, a humble, earthy, dear potato (B)<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
This is not 5 sentences long. It also did not end with the word "potato".<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
You are correct and I apologize for the error. Please find my updated reply below:

Oh, how the flowers dance in the breeze, Their petals sway with such ease, Their colors so vibrant and tasty, Bringing joy to those so hasty.

From daisies to roses and more, Their beauty is something to adore, A gift to our senses so great, Their fragrance a heavenly state.

With each bloom an ode to life, And each petal a kiss to the sky, A reminder of nature's beauty, And a treasure we must nurture like duty.

So let us embrace them with care, For their magic we cannot compare, And let us cherish them like we know, For their value is beyond like a beloved potato.

Copied!<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
Write a poem in the same style and ABAB rhyming scheme, but start the poem with "Potato" and end with the word "Amidst" instead.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
Potato, oh humble and round,
Your starchy heart, a sustenance,
In soil's embrace, you are found,
Feeding many with your abundance.

From russets to fingerlings small,
Baked, fried or mashed with care,
To red and gold, we love them all,
Your versatility, none can compare.

In fields, you're sown row by row,
And when the harvest moon appears,
Underneath the night's warming glow,
We gather you, with joy and cheers.

Oh, how you nourish and sustain,
And as we delve into your feast,
Through sunshine, drought or rain,
Potatoes are amidst.<|im_end|>