David's Moustache
“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?”
David Brown, August 12, 2015
David had a moustache
It covered his lips
It grew and it grew
Till it reached to his hips
It flapped in the breeze
And it frightened small dogs
In the winter it would freeze
And in the summer catch frogs
His friend Juliet, well
She begged him to trim it
She said that his moustache
Had gone way past the limit
He hemmed and he hawed
And he dithered and dathered
But the moustache said 'No!
I will never be lathered!'
Juliet would not waver
She said 'It must go!'
‘It may have looked like your dad's,
but that was MANY years ago!’
The moustache, it quivered
It trembled and dropped
It knew Juliet was a woman
Who couldn't be stopped
It said 'Goodbye David
you will surely be missed,
but your lip must get naked
If you want to get kissed!’
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