Moustache - A Poem
1:11 February 16, 2010
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A poem about Moustaches, by Charlie McDonnell ...
How I wish I could grow a moustache,
so that people could see me as cool.
With a fashionable style, a furry smile,
the ladies would drown in their drool.
Oh I wish I could grow a moustache,
so that people could think me a man.
I would work on a farm, have a rugged charm,
and probably drive a white van.
I wish I could form a moustache,
maybe people would think I was snappy.
I would keep it in trim, I would go to the gym,
with some hair on my lip, I'd be happy.
How I long, and long, for a moustache,
so people could think I was smart.
I would hypothesise, that a moustache is wise,
and then show my results, in a chart.
I wish I could own a moustache,
so that people could think me their friend.
With a jolly old tash, I would sure be a smash,
and a man on which you could depend.
But alas, I cannot grow a moustache,
my face is unfavourably bare.
And now I have disclosed, that my lip is exposed,
'til I can, a fake moustache, I wear.
