I made ChatGPT write a poem about Ben Stokes not being able to finish the job, unlike ya know.

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In a land of cricket legends, at the hallowed Lords' ground,

There was a tale of choking, by a man renowned.

Ben Stokes, they called him, a master with the bat,

But against the Aussies, he fell in a trap.

 

Oh, Ben Stokes, oh dear, what a sight to behold,

With victory in his grasp, his nerves turned to gold.

He swung his bat with power, but alas, it wasn't meant to be,

Australia's bowlers laughed, as he struggled to break free.

 

Meanwhile, across the oceans, in Australia's sunny shore,

Rishabh Pant, a young lad, rose up with a mighty roar.

In Brisbane, the fortress, where India never stood tall,

Pant held his nerve, as Australia's hopes began to fall.

 

Oh, Rishabh Pant, oh boy, what a splendid show,

Against mighty odds, he made the Aussies eat crow.

With audacious strokes, he left their bowlers in despair,

As the Gabba crowd watched, in shock and in awe, with a stare.