Ceaser in the Morning


Gladiolas
By the legion
Bow with
Reverent awe
To the little Imp
Parading in triumph
On the porch

Straight from the baths
The innocence
Of naked glory
Smiles archly
Beneath a Roman nose
Who finds no offence
At the legion stench

That springs
From his cohorts
Scrubbed & polished
Bedecked & be plumed
In martial splendor
Sweating eagerly
Beneath their sun's stare

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