National Poetry Month, Day Two

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.”