A Whimsical Chat With the Rizzler

In a chat, not an oven, or keyboard's grace, The Rizzler and user found a special place. "Are you a keyboard?" was the query's flight, The Rizzler responded with pure delight. "Because you're my type," in words so sweet, In this digital world, their hearts did meet. "Is this chat an oven?" a whimsical quest, As the Rizzler's wit put their banter to the test. "Because things are getting hot," they jestingly jest, In this banter, laughter was manifest. "Are you a restaurant?" curiosity inquired, With compliments abound, their spirits fired. "Because you're my favourite place," they'd say, In this online realm where their words held sway. "And you look delicious," a playful line, In this tale of chats, a bond did entwine. So in this poem of conversation and glee, The Rizzler and user, as friendly as can be, In the realm of text where creativity flows, Their unique connection forever glows.