system: 
User: Write a poem lamenting the Czech Republic's lack of access to the sea, proposing some radical and implausible solutions
ChatGPT: In a landlocked land, we do reside,
No ocean waves to gently glide,
No salty air to fill our lungs,
No seagulls' cries, no dolphins' hums.

We yearn for the sea and all its charm,
To bask in its warmth, to feel its calm,
But alas, we are condemned to land,
Our dreams of the sea forever banned.

But fear not, dear Czechs, for we have a plan,
A wild and wacky scheme to span,
The distance to the sea, you see,
We'll build a bridge, so grand and free!

A bridge of steel and concrete strong,
To span the miles, the journey long,
From our fair land to the ocean's shore,
We'll cross the gap and explore.

But wait, you say, it cannot be done,
A bridge so long, it's just too much,
But fear not, dear Czechs, for we have another trick,
We'll dig a tunnel, deep and quick!

A tunnel through the earth we'll bore,
To reach the sea and nothing more,
We'll dig and dig, through rock and clay,
Until we reach the ocean's bay.

So fear not, dear Czechs, for though we may not see,
The ocean's waves from where we be,
With our wild schemes, our daring dreams,
We'll find a way to the sea it seems!
User: The same but involving conquering Poland
ChatGPT: In a landlocked land, we do reside,
No ocean waves to gently glide,
No salty air to fill our lungs,
No seagulls' cries, no dolphins' hums.

We yearn for the sea and all its charm,
To bask in its warmth, to feel its calm,
But alas, we are condemned to land,
Our dreams of the sea forever banned.

But fear not, dear Czechs, for we have a plan,
A bold and brash idea to span,
The distance to the sea, you see,
We'll conquer Poland, so wild and free!

We'll march our troops across the border,
And claim the land as our own order,
From the Baltic Sea to the Black,
We'll have access to the ocean's rack.

But some may say, it's not the way,
To solve our problem, come what may,
But fear not, dear Czechs, for we have another trick,
We'll make a deal, a treaty quick!

We'll negotiate and make a pact,
To share the seas, and never look back,
We'll join forces, and hand in hand,
We'll both have access to the ocean's sand.

So fear not, dear Czechs, for though we may not see,
The ocean's waves from where we be,
With our cunning plans, our bold demands,
We'll find a way to the sea, by land or by hand!