1 May 2012
What's that thing upon your face, Between your top lip and your nose, Does it tickle when you kiss, You should know I suppose.
Do you comb it with a brush, Or curl it at the ends, Do wash it with shampoo, I guess it depends.
Does your lover stroke it fondly, When you lie in bed, Do you have a beard to match, And hair upon your head.
Is it blonde, Or is it ginger, Is it longer, Than your middle finger.
This poem, As you can see, Is quite unusual, Just like me.
But can you guess, What I describe, And write about, With such pride.
Btw it's a moustache!!!
What Am I?? • Opuss № I