Stretched across my upper lip Trimmed almost to perfection A salt and pepper mustache grows But to my wife’s objection It seems that when we try to kiss Her nose gets poked by hair So she beckons me to shave it off Removing it from there But just the thought of doing so Sends shivers down my spine It’s really all that I can say That’s left to claim as mine Great care and effort has been spent To make it look just right And even though she protests so It will remain despite It is the essence that is me And the image I portray But shaved I’d be another man So the mustache has to stay
Reason for writing:
The poem speaks for itself
Birth sign: Virgo
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