Sonnets from Suburbia: Chicken Caesar
A Chicken Caesar’s not a name that’s earned
By any stretch of reason for a man
Who brutally was murdered when he turned
His back on Brutus and his evil plan.
Betrayal’s not a cause to name a salad
Especially one accompanied with fowl
Denoting cowardice. Let’s choose a ballad
In minor key to sing with mournful howl.
For shame this man’s namesake’s part of a diet
That’s ordered when we’re longing to grow slim.
The Ides of March did cause a hateful riot.
I came to bury Caesar, not to eat him.
O’ try to honor him and cry, “All Hail!”
And if his mem’ries dear please hold the kale.