Dear chatGPT write a poem about this cheese wheel.
In twilight's hush, a cheese wheel takes its flight, Down lonely hill, it rolls into the night. No laughter, no mirth, just a somber trill, A tale of solitude, a cheese wheel's will.
Alone it tumbles, no companion near, No hand to hold, no solace, and no cheer. Its smooth, round surface glistens with despair, As it descends, the weight of life to bear.
The moon above, a silent, distant guide, Casts shadows on the cheese wheel's lonesome ride. Each bump, each twist, a melancholy song, As it journeys through the darkness, so long.
Oh, cheese wheel, in your solitary quest, What dreams, what hopes have you suppressed? Roll on, lone wheel, through this mournful night, In solitude, you find your silent plight.