I told ChatGPT to: "Write a rhyming poem about John Toshack."

In less than five seconds it spat out this epic of English literature.

Great, innit? Almost as good as Tosh's own stuff.

John Toshack, a name so bold,
In football stories, often told.
A striker with a scoring knack,
In the game, there's no looking back.

From Wales he hailed, with skill and grace,
On the pitch, he found his place.
With every goal, he earned his fame,
And in the hearts of fans, he'd claim his name.

In Liverpool's red, he made his stand,
A legend in that storied land.
With Shankly's guidance, he would rise,
To claim the trophy, the ultimate prize.

Toshack's headers, a deadly force,
He'd steer the ball on its destined course.
A towering presence in the box,
Defenders feared those lethal knocks.

But Toshack wasn't just about the score,
He'd track back and give even more.
A team player, with passion and grit,
In every game, he'd commit.

From Swansea's Vetch Field to Real's grand stage,
His football journey, an epic page.
John Toshack, a legend, true,
In the beautiful game, forever blue.