I didn’t write this. ChatGPT did. Because if you have an AI Chatbot, obviously the first thing you should do is to ask it to write odes, and I am overly delighted with the general results of these terrible poems about my favourite things.
Oh Peter Cushing, the master of the screen
With piercing gaze and voice serene
You graced us with your talent rare
And made our hearts both quake and flare
From Hammer’s horror to Star Wars fame
Your presence in each was just the same
Commanding yet gentle, a true class act
Your performances left us all intact
As Van Helsing you fought the undead
With sword and stake, you filled us with dread
In Grand Moff Tarkin, you ruled the galaxy
And in Doctor Who, your genius was quite tasty
Your talent knew no bounds or limit
You brought each character to life and made us believe it
With every line, every gesture, every breath
You brought us closer to life and death
Oh Peter Cushing, your legacy lives on
Your performances will forever spawn
New generations of fans and admirers.
Who will marvel at your talent, a true fire.
In memory we honor you, dear Peter Cushing
As we watch your films, we feel your rushing
Presence, your charisma, and your grace
And we know that in our hearts, you will always have a place.
And for actual proper Peter Cushing awesomeness, this month’s episode of Hammer House of Podcast came out a fey days ago, where we discuss the rather splendid actually Twins of Evil. Top notch Cushing-ing!
Lizbeth Myles 