So proud he is of his little moustache,
oh, how blond and bristly and shapely
in its well-defined little territory.
But it’s more, so much more than decoration.
If you watch very carefully you’ll see
that it actually communicates,
expressing distinct thoughts – his? its own?
You can begin to sense its disdain,
doled out in equal measure to flaps of naked
skin and unruly wooly caterpillars.
You imagine the cool breeze emanating
from the nostrils and lust after the
sensuousness of those little hairs caressing
your lip as you murmur in your sleep.
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