He be a dandy
man about town, settin' trends
in dress but not the sportin' life.
His eye blind to sexual stumbles
a fashion faux-pas curls his hair
even more'n it's frizzed already
.
He'll change his suit three,
mebbe four times a day just to
stroll and snap girls' heads.
"Lawd, mistuh how many suits you got?"
He ain't above winnin' one
with his sassy grin an' taking
her back to his room for pleasure
sharing his legendary "jelly-roll".
He done told us more'n once
that jazz is his to claim
an' we don't doubt it so
sure is Jelly and sweet his tunes.
Not a body plays like him,
tunes that make the body sway
and even plain girls pretty.
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Put a smile on my face!
Your portrait paints a vivid picture of that ridiculous ego and the genius to go with it. I especially love the image of heads snapping to see him in yet another getup! And your last two lines nail it. I believe you were hearing the music, jazz sister. I know I was!more...
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