Ode to the humble Mustache

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.

Oh how I adore Charlieissocoollike-if you do not know him, you may have just committed a crime by admitting that publicly...the only solution is to look him up on youtube and become adicted-YOUR WELCOME!!! Anyway, the whole message behind this post is that mustaches give me the giggles and I wanted to share this giggle festival with you.

Steffie x.