Wednesday, November 30, 2011
A MOvember To Remember...
Ode to my November moustache:
T'was the 30th of MOvember and all through the place,
Not a creature was stirring 'cept the one on my face.
To the kitchen refrigerator my moustache had crept,
Unbeknownst to me as in my bed I still slept.
He looked at the food and smiled broadly with glee,
(That's the feeling of elation not the show on TV).
In front of his whiskers was a bounty of snacks,
A last supper for him, because tomorrow - the axe!
Digging in with a flourish and a hearty refrain,
"Yeehaw" he yelled, as cold soup he did strain.
He slurped down some jell-o and feasted on yam,
Ate eggs, fruit and celery, and half of a ham.
When his voracious appetite had finally been sated,
He snuck back to the bedroom quite unabated.
Climbing onto my face with a touch, oh so light,
I woke up to find he'd grown 3 sizes that night!
