An Ode To Mustache: A poem

An Ode To Mustache: A poem

By: Hannah A. 

 If I had a mustache

I would be as happy as can be

for a mustache is a pleasure 

for the eye to see.

If I had a mustache

I would be powerful and strong

with my upper lip accessory,

I could do no wrong!

If I had a mustache

I would gloat all around

until all of the bare-lipped frowned.

If I had a mustache

I could be the mayor and say,

"To jail, all of you naysayer's!"

If I had a mustache 

I would be a tester

throwing out jokes left and right

since I'd be a jester.

If I had a mustache

I would be quite dignified

since all of my grown up traits would be magnified.

If I had a mustache

I would carry a comb in my back pocket,

I'd trim it every month,

keeping the hair in a locket.

If I had a mustache

the ends would pop and curl,

accenting my teeth, the color of a rare, ivory pearl.

If I had a mustache 

people would start to whisper

and my mustache would droop,

leaving me not very chipper.

If I had a mustache 

the space occupied would begin to simmer,

and my gaze would  turn towards the trimmers.

If I had a mustache

I would shave it all off,

"FREE AT LAST", I scoff.

If only I only had a mustache,

I would no longer be a girl

and quite often feel ill

and HURL!

 

This is my sweeeet poem I wrote during free write in english today. isn't it awesome? xD

lot's of lurrrve,

hannah

xoxo