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



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