Caesar came a-marching
Through the northern woods;
Trusting he’d bought Germans
With his Roman goods.
But Hermann and his Teutons
Waited in the trees,
And what was left of Caesar--
Crawled out on its knees.

02/01/2016

Author's Note: "Assignment" poem for Ben Lomond Poets.

Posted on 02/02/2016
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