Ides of March

So here goes my first poem on the blog


'twas the Ides of March,
As we study the verses of the Bard,
Learning English with an appetite large,
While Few said  theatre was absurd.

' twas the Ides of March,
As we watch our teacher enact,
Caesar saying, Et tu Brute?
We students loved to take charge,
Pretend to be on stage like fools with skulls cracked.

'twas the Ides of March,
When I fell in love with the bard,
No soothsayer around,
We were jumping up and down,
Friends in the backyard,.
All of us free of negative charge.

It's the Ides of March,
Tonight I recount,
Memories of school afresh,
A student devout,
Dedicated beyond measure,
was there any greater treasure?

Thinking back of the sweet days,
When all you had to do was feign to act,
Miss the days,
Of ignorance and lack of tact,
When 'twas on the Ides of March.