poemsaboutmoustaches.com
A blog of poetic tributes to facial hair. I give you Poems About Moustaches!
Post #1: Rhyming Couplets
How I wish I could grow a mustache, 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 mustache, 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 mustache, 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 mustache, so people could think I was smart. I would hypothesise, that a mustache is wise, and then show my results, in a chart.
I wish I could own a mustache, 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 mustache, my face is unfavourably bare. And now I have disclosed, that my lip is exposed, 'til I can, a fake mustache, I wear.
via: Jason Longwell
Post #2: Pop-up Poem
via: www.popuppoems.com
Post #3: Haiku
an enormoustache, not microscopic whiskers, portmateaus for life.
via: @enormoustache
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