Mustard Moustache Poem by Rob Knetsch

somewhere along the line
on his knees, chewing on
very stale cheesy threads
spitting out the hard bits
he managed quite well

as he was doing it for already
a long time, his combing action
was supple and in conformity
straightening out all those curlies
that have been living free style

plucking the wild growth, he was
keeping a firm grip on all the fluff
trimming the most and tucking away
the leftovers, sweeping them under
the greens of a mustard moustache

"mustard moustache" © 2014 Rob Knetsch