The laurel leaves were gold -- he offered me that day.
I could be the king -- but my wife says to stay.
"Dying men did groan -- and the horses neigh."
Cal(i)purnia's dreaming -- on such a winter's day

The senators await me -- with their beards of grey,
But Calpurnia dreamed my statue -- was pouring out Type A.
"Beware the Ides of March" -- the dreamer did soothsay
And Cal(i)purnia's dreaming -- on such a March Midday!

I'd be safe and warm -- if at home I'd stay.
Then the Bard would write -- a song called "Caesar's Lay".
"Julie, please, don't go! -- Stay at home and play!"
Cal(i)purnia's dreaming -- in her negligee.

Cal(i)purnia's screaming,
"Caesar's blood is streaming."
Decius Brutus scheming
Et tu Brute!