Springs first morning
Freshness unmistaking
The larks early call
Their singing did befall
A roving along this wondrous path
I viewed a chiselled epitaph
Etched into splendid Larch
Read 'beware the Ides of March'
Perhaps a soothsayers warning
Was unexpected this Spring morning
This is so nondescript
Had I stumbled upon a Crypt
This isn't a Roman arch
It's merely a tree of Larch
This is not ancient Rome
This is not a catacomb
Twas the 15th day of March
I found the secret of the Larch
Words weren't scribed by t'other factors
than a mere plethora of actors
It was the scene of a play
of Ceasers fateful day
where Brutus and Cassius
hatched a plan to **** Julius
A roving first day of Spring
Where Butterflies Flutter, bees did sting
Down wondrous path i passed
Where Ceaser breathed his last
Martyn Grindrod
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
Springs first morning
Freshness unmistaking
The larks early call
Their singing did befall
A roving along this wondrous path
I viewed a chiselled epitaph
Etched into splendid Larch
Read 'beware the Ides of March'
Perhaps a soothsayers warning
Was unexpected this Spring morning
This is so nondescript
Had I stumbled upon a Crypt
This isn't a Roman arch
It's merely a tree of Larch
This is not ancient Rome
This is not a catacomb
Twas the 15th day of March
I found the secret of the Larch
Words weren't scribed by t'other factors
than a mere plethora of actors
It was the scene of a play
of Ceasers fateful day
where Brutus and Cassius
hatched a plan to **** Julius
A roving first day of Spring
Where Butterflies Flutter, bees did sting
Down wondrous path i passed
Where Ceaser breathed his last
Martyn Grindrod
March 15th is the date for the saying
' Beware the ides of March'
Where Julius Ceaser met his death at the hands of his supposed friends Brutus and Caasius .
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