My colleague was so talented that she could compose poetry on the spot for any occasion – or so we all thought.
One day when we were in ladies, she passed a poem to me under the partition between our two cubicles. Contained within the verse was a complaint about my toilet habits. I couldn’t believe that she could have composed this text so rapidly, so I quickly committed another lavatorial ‘crime’, just to test her.
Sure enough, another poem was produced in an instant. Nobody could write as fast as this. I could only conclude that our so-called ‘poet’ was downloading each poem from a database in the Cloud.