THE IDES OF MARCH WARNING

The approaching Ides of March, foretell the warning,

Be alive at midnight, yet cold dead by morning,

Or, alive at this noon,

Dead by the risen moon,

And, a padded box you soon, will be adorning.

   

A LITTLE LIFE GROUNDED, AFTER DREAM

I invested in sugar markets, because I got a sweet deal,

I bought sugar futures, because they have that upper classy feel,

I could prance as a snob,

As the peasants I rob,

Of course, I can't pay room rent, because my fancy dreams just ain't real.

THE TALE OF BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I had a little goldfish named Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep,

He had a good full life, rounded by the sleep,

One day he ate a Pollywog,

From the stool of my pet dog,

Now my goldfish rests forever in the hole I dug real deep.