Prompt: Write a poem that sneaks
in two intentional timeline errors.
Secret Weapons
The courier hurried down
the road,
Dropped bicycle in the
mud.
“The troops are primed,
machine guns mounted,
But Brits are more than
can be counted.”
Jackson smiled, “We have Lafitte.
We’ll never go down to
defeat.
He’ll help us safeguard
New Orleans.
He as a fleet of submarines.”
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