The Mustache
The Mustache
Thick and brown,
wide and black,
Up and down… with handlebars…
Some to the sides,
and some to the middle,
it is just so hard to say,
to mention all the hairy types,
and, all the merry ways…
A special comb
A special brush,
A special man indeed…
A hairy face,
Sometimes…out of place,
but so fun to talk to…,
when found…any place.
Ah… the stache…
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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