Ode to a ‘stache

moustache, moustache, you kept me warm

whilst other lips did quiver

bequeathed me friends from bars and farms

some cyclists, a hipster

 

moustache, my man, you hid my fear

my blemishes, my wrinkles

you frowned for me when I was down

and gave my smile a twinkle

 

moustache, alas, you faced a foe

a chasm seldom covered

an equal and opposing force

the scorn of my dear lover

 

moustache I loved, I set you free

no longer saving flavor

but one day you’ll return to me

to give my nose a neighbor

to give my nose a neighbor

 

-TG

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