Artificial Intelligence (AI) refers to the ability of computer systems to perform tasks that typically require human intelligence, e.g. learning, problem-solving, and even decision-making.
It encircles a broad range of techniques and technologies that are amazing, unbelievable, and yes actually ‘frightening’ in its ability to clone accurately human cognitive functions that involve the mental process of knowing, learning and understanding.
Today, AI is rapidly beginning to be used in various professional fields; like healthcare; customer service; finance; automotive tasks; to quickly analyse large amounts of data, and/or even improve everyday human decision-making.
Alas, there are also a myriad of dangers associated with the use of AI; possibly the biggest risks today being consumer privacy, and biased programming, with little legal regulation governing its place in future society.
Artificial Intelligence technology can now create original text; graphic images, [see the Thurles.Info logo pictured here, created in just under 50 seconds], together with video and other content.
For the benefit of our readers we requested AI to write a poem about Tipperary defeat of old sporting rivals Cork in the recent 2025 All-Ireland Hurling final.
Truth is you couldn’t write this poem better yourself, so here is a celebratory poem capturing the spirit of Tipperary’s victory over Cork in the 2025 All-Ireland Hurling Final.
Note, when instructed AI gave us the following poem in approximately 20 seconds.
The poem is just a bit of harmless fun, while demonstrating the magic of AI to celebrate that fantastic win for the Premier County.
Hope you our readers enjoy it!
The Premier Roar – Tipperary 2025.
(A Ballad of Glory in Croke Park.)
In July sun ‘neath Dublin skies, where hopes and hearts together rise,
The Rebels came with Red held high, but Blue and Gold would rule the sky.
From Croke Park’s field, a thunder grew, as Tipp men charged with proud sinew,
Their ash in hand, their eyes like flame, they came to win this glourious game.
Cork struck first with fierce intent, but every blow was quickly spent,
But Maher and Forde held the line, with John Mcgrath, in form divine.
The sliotar soared, the crowd did cry, as Tipp lit stars across the sky.
A goal! Another! Cheers like flame, each score a stitch in Tipp’s great name.
The Red did rally, proud and bold, but Tipp’s resolve was forged in Gold.
With clever pass and fearless swings, they danced as warriors, crowned as kings.
And when the final whistle blew, the stands erupted, drenched in Blue.
From Thurles town to Lough Derg’s shore, the Premier roared like ne’er before.
They held the ‘Liam’ aloft with pride, for every fan who cheered or cried.
A county’s dream, a chapter penned, for in 2025, that wait did end.
END
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