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
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