Port Fairy Lighthouse

AI-GENERATED POEM
(in the style of John Cooper Clarke)

White tower, black water,
weather with a grudge,
sea throwing tantrums
the size of a judge.

Rock with a hard face,
wind with a sly grin,
waves arrive shouting:
Lighthouse, let us in!

No drama, no panic,
no fuss, no complaint,
just standing there steady
like a stubborn old saint.

Spray in the air
like confetti gone wrong,
storm singing static
in a salt-bitten song.

The ocean says, Move!
The lighthouse says, Nah!
That’s been the conversation
for a century or more.

And under grey heavens,
through racket and roar,
that lamp keeps a watch
o'er the great ocean's shore

Because some things are built
for applause and display,
and some things are built
simply not to give way.