Mustaches, the Final Frontier

 

 

 

 

Art by Tyler, the cool one

Poem by Spencer, the other one

 

 

 

                    Oh sir, pardon me,

                                         But there is a question

            That I must ask.

                             On top of your chin

  Is a big smiley grin,

                           But why, above that,

         A mustache? 

 

 

 

 

It gets in your food,

             And to tell you the truth,

 You could stuff all your lunch
                       In that big hairy hunch
  And what's sad is I see
                                    That you already did.


  You may be wondering
               Why you're still a bachelor
 But that is because
                               Every time you kiss,
            You scratch her :<(


'Cause everyone knows,
                               Some hair to the nose
         Sends shivers of  "gross!"
   From the head to the toes.

                  
           Perhaps it's a statement,
                        Despite disengagement,
                My hairy 'ol friend, or,
                           You're just trying to start a new trend.