C Richard Miles

Mo-Vember Moaning - Poem by C Richard Miles

The fashion is for face-fur;
A tache is all the rage
But I won't join the race for
Moustache growing, at this stage.

Although, throughout Mo-vember
One ought, for charity,
Omit to shave; remember,
Face-fluff is not for me!

Whilst most folk have no trouble,
For me the simple catch is
I've tried designer stubble
That only grows in patches.

My whiskers sprout too wispy;
They're neither long nor lush.
Their colour is a mystery -
Salt and pepper, at a push!

In my opinion, no-one
Would like me with a beard
So I won't try to grow one
Though people think me weird.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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