Inspiration:
Thinking about time paradoxes.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
Rhyme Paradox
I went back in time
and told me a rhyme
that my future self had wrote
which he promised me sure
would make us fortunes du jour
if I remembered every word that he spoke.
but I forgot nine or ten
so I went forward again
to ask him to write it all down.
But my story’s so sad-
he was never a smart lad
and had forgotten five verbs and a noun.
It was something about luck
and a couple of ducks
That were late to a gathering of geese.
But that must not be right,
‘Cause no money’s in sight,
Oh, woe is stupid ol’ me!