BEWARE THE IDEAS OF MARCH
Winter came
And winter went
Like the rock-hard fruitcake
Aunt Ethel sent.
When at long last dear Spring arrived,
Hope seemed sure to come alive.
Yes, life would be a glorious rhyme
With the coming of daylight saving time.
But there’s an unease in my gut
I just can’t shake,
Like I’m still digesting
That damned fruitcake.
Beware the ideas of March.
The Boss of Rome
Chose to go it alone.
With a carefully crafted and epic plan,
He figured on ruling for a lengthy span.
But Julius Caesar
Was no people pleaser.
When he stuck it to the senate,
Boy, did they resent it.
Beware the ideas of March.
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