Fro With the Negroni

Smelled of orange, dense wet woods and musk. Piercing bright blue steady eyes Looked up theirs Constrainted gaze upon his joyful face So pleasant and entertaining The Fro with the Negroni His golden poodle alfro welcoming the bright sun Stylish shoes, suits; a well groomed homosapian. He took to the heat by going to the sea And slept in the sand. He's not just any man A certain kind of taste He sits in clubs and at hotels Sippin' whiskey and cocktails The Fro with the Negroni. Kept mostly to his thoughts Letting majority of others talk A man of mystery The Fro sippin' Negroni Steady hands like the Drum King Life of any party Always a smile on his face This stylin' man With the golden Fro Drinking a Negroni