The Expedition Poem by Paul Hartal

The Expedition



Dressed formally they came,
holding a written contract,
but their goal was clear:
to prevent all physical contact.

The expedition advanced
through territory still intact,
nevertheless they decided
to prevent all physical contact.

As a royal evening descended
they continued to tesseract
the hypercube till morning
but it made a useless impact.

Saturday, September 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: humor
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