An Update on Divus Julius

There was a consul long ago Who sat beside a river's bank And with his cry, "The die is cast!" He crossed it, seeking higher rank. The senate was displeased thereby And killed him, but his name survived. In cults that worshipped Julius, And thus the title "Caesar" thrived. But he's not where they would expect-- A place no Roman comprehends-- He's in a living-room somewhere Just playing Yahtzee with his friends. And as his buddies roll the dice, He cries, "The die is cast!" six times, He who was one adored by crowds Of plebeians in ancient times. And soon he rolls a 36 And with excitement yells, "Woohoo!" But then his roommate rolls the same And Caesar turns and says "Et tu?"