Ode to a mustache

One day at a hair salon

One look was all it took

I wanted to be facial hair

I wanted to be a curly mustache

Or a black go-tee

Covered with food would just be weird

But let me be a mustache

And I promise I will cover your face

Up and keep your lips warm

I’ll risk getting gum stuck on me

Just let me be a mustache

Clean cut and trimmed

Let me rested under your nose

And above your lips

I’ll make you cool and stylish

Trust me you might not like me at first

But I’ll grow on you

You don’t need to wait till 5:00

I’m a shadow already