Mustache Poems - Poems about Mustache

powdery snow-drenched coldest in seventy years eyes frostbitten from hot tears frozen mustaches stalactites dripping with chill million ruble lunch to thaw...

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A parent wanting his son to survive, For this begins to humanly strive To snatch him back, have his Jim revive The scene before twelve a buzzing beehive, Even as more alerted feet arrive, Delaying Journalists to the scene soon drive A hunger-induced fall and tragic swoon No unpaid medic ever arrives that soon No ready-for-body-use glucose, An unashamed fry of sugar as penury...

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Mustache sandwiches if you please I am confused but a second Then I jump on the band wagon What about mouse whisker sandwiches? Mortified muffin sandwiches? Meager mayonnaise sandwiches? Now to turn this into a poem somehow. I sit and stare as a marigold sandwich takes a bite out of my leg. That works I think. Writing it down....

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Pretty or handsome? Questioned someone A Man came then Mustache worn...

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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...

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Swesish Saga Gerda left Sweden with an odd liking for turnips. She claimed hard labor ruined her hands. She hated her father. Fritchof walked like an ex-sailor. He had a vein-blue tattoo on his left hand. He once sailed the Red Sea and grew a mustache. They met in Vancouver. A brown wedding oval preserves her stiff upper lip, his doubting earnestness. She made...

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Vanessa was the college campus beauty queen and she'd set her brown eyes on me We were both captivated at first sight two love birds as happy as could be Friend, Vanessa had a beautiful body just to look at her would make me high And my mind it was taking me places that were dangerous I can not deny By Thanksgiving I had bought...

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C-rimson sun up above L-ights up the Tuesday; A-fter Monday night is gone, R-aindrops fade away. I-t's a beautiful birthday, S-eventh February morn; S-hadows have vanished, A-nother woman is born. G-irl with hair or bristles, U-pper lip has in a flash; R-apture is truly brought, O-ne lady wears a mustache....

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Just the other day I met Robert Goulet I was surprised a bit The way his mustache twitched A mind of its own Like in the Twilight Zone Jumping right off his face His mustache ran away Teeny boppers next door Giggled out of control As Roberts mustached jumped Landing in someones lunch That's when the Maítre d Let out a girly scream Quite an embarrassment To all...

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This is a childhood story story of my teacher's face, so prominent in my memory his dense bushy mustache. Story of my teacher's face covering half of his upper lip, his dense bushy mustache it was black,drooping and deep. Covering half of his upper lip a pleasant surprise for me, it was black,drooping and deep nesting a fly after his cup of tea. A pleasant surprise for...

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would you tell me, even for a little while, if i were to have a milk mustache? although the playful little coincidence can make so much laughter the question remains. i walk in a room, milk on my upper lip, and people giggle. i giggle along acting as if i don't know about the little joke that's going on. that little coincidence can bring so much laughter. but will you tell me if i have...

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