This is what I got back when I asked ChatGPT to write
a rhyming poem about amateur radio:



In the world of radio, there's a hobby quite unique,
Where enthusiasts connect, no matter from valley or peak.
It's called amateur radio, a pastime of the air,
Where signals cross the globe, without a single care.

With antennas and transceivers, these hams do play,
They tinker and they talk, throughout the night and day.
From Morse code to voice, they communicate with glee,
Exploring the airwaves, with technology so free.

Their radios may be old, but their passion is new,
As they scan the bands, for a contact that's true.
They tune in to stations, from far and wide,
Hoping to catch a rare one, with a bit of pride.

With call signs as their names, they speak in code,
A language of their own, that they have bestowed.
They share their stories, their knowledge, and their fun,
A community of radio lovers, all rolled into one.

So if you hear a voice, that sounds far away,
Or see an antenna, towering to the sky, today,
Know that it's a radio amateur at play,
And it's a hobby that's here to stay.