Beware The Ides Of March

by William

He was warned

But he did not take heed

The soothsayer had whispered

“Beware the ides of March”

 

He was with his colleagues on that day

Cassius, Brutus and all the rest

He was stabbed 23 times

As he fell to the ground

He uttered those heartfelt words

“Et tu, Brute”

 

Those words hurt him more

Than the 23 holes scattered about his torso

Dear Brutus was his friend

Alas Julius Caesar was never

A good judge of character

 

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