A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

For Every Contingency

I think most
of those time travel infant Hitler
assassination plots would fail hard.
The fucking disciplined hand-picked
chrono-assassin would get there

and be like "I CAN'T DO IT"

Mission control: "WHAT'S WRONG?"

Chronoassassin: "I THOUGHT HE'D
HAVE THAT LITTLE MUSTACHE! HE
HASN'T GOT ONE - THIS IS JUST A BABY."

Mission control: "Hold tight, C.A. Check
your left breast pocket, we've planned
for every contingency."

Then he checks the pocket
and there's a little stick-on mustache
in there. Perfect for baby

Happy ending aw

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