The Hiding Dome In Rome

His appearance seemed just so tough Yet he was just all cool not rough The great man was well in good mood Parading that his life was good From him everyone received enough Like Santa Claus pleasing the hood Then some whores saw him as a mug Because to all he gave a hug Started they to inflict him pain Their love he was not going to gain They consoled him with just a rug As the evening started the rain Then he became just reticent Like he was all that innocent He started to think about Rome Thinking, there he would feel at home He knew the old city is decent To hide for a time in any dome