My Grey Moustache Poem by John Carter Brown

I'm thinking of dyeing my old moustache
It's grey - it should be brown,
my only fear, I'll end up looking
like a circus clown.

I used to be so proud of it
It had a reddish tinge,
but now it makes me look so old
causing me to whinge.

In times like these when men
have even walked upon the moon,
a cure for greying must be near,
I hope it will be soon;

for if the grey should turn to white
my heart would surely sink,
and I may get my dander up
and dye the damn thing pink!

(Written June 2018)