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
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