I had a mustache when I was 13.
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Climatic Sorcery
When frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's
All out-o'-doors, our 'Old-Kriss'-milkman goes
A-drivin' round, ist purt'-nigh froze to death,
With his old white mustache froze full o' breath.
But when it's summer an' all warm ag'in,
He comes a-whistlin' an' a-drivin in
Our alley, 'thout no coat on, ner ain't cold,
Ner his mustache ain't white, ner he ain't old.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Pencil Thin Mustache
Pencil thin mustache
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Now they make new movies in old black and white
With happy endings, where nobody fights
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
Honey, jump right up and show your age
Chorus:
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The boston blackie kind
A two toned ricky ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of andy devine
I remember bein buck-toothed and skinny
Writin fan letters to sky king and penny
Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then its bandstand, disneyland, growin up fast
Drinkin on a fake i.d.
Yeah, and rama of the jungle was everyones bawana
But only jazz musicians were smokin marijuana
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then its flat top, dirty bob, coppin a feel
Grubbin on the livin room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score
Yeah, but now Im gettin old, dont wear underwear
I dont go to church and I dont cut my hair
But I can go to movies and see it all there
Just the way that it used to be
Chorus:
Thats why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The boston blackie kind
A two-toned ricky ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of andy devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave errol flynn or the sheik of araby
If I only had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could do some cruisin too
Coda:
Yeah, bryl-cream, a little dabll do yah
Oh, I could do some cruisin too
Corrected by dub dublin
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Seven-Sided Poem by C. Drummond translated by Souza
When I was born, a crooked angel,
the kind who live in shadows,
said: Go, Carlos! Be gauche in life.
The houses spy the men
chasing after women.
Perhaps if the afternoon were blue
there wouldn’t be so many desires.
The tram passes by full of legs:
white black yellow legs.
Why so many legs, God, my heart asks.
But my eyes
never ask a thing.
The man behind the mustache
is serious, simple, and strong.
Almost never talks.
Has a few, close friends,
that man behind the glasses and the mustache.
Lord, why did you abandon me
if you knew I wasn’t God?
if you knew I was weak.
World world vast globe
if my name were Job
it would be a rhyme, not a solution.
World world vast globe
vaster still is my heart.
I ought not tell you,
but this moon
but this cognac
gives us heartache like the devil.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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They told me I gave the best milk mustache of anybody.
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I've grown this mustache which saves me from having to glue on one every day in the heat.
quote by Keith Carradine
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I had beautiful wavy hair and a waxed mustache.
quote by Curly Howard
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I didn't want to wear a checked shirt and grow a mustache - that's what you had to do, and everyone did.
quote by Neil Tennant
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The Razor
sharp
& shining
it serves its use
only on
early mornings
shaving my
gorgeous
mustache
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Got Chocolate?
Snowflakes the size of marshmallows fall to the earth;
Frosty icy winds play havoc with her red curly hair.
She delights in frolicking in snow so deep;
Bundled up in bright green coat and leggings,
pink hat, scarf and gloves
she brightens up the gray day.
Grandpa dons his own snow gear, dark brown coat,
black ear muffs, gloves and red Santa hat;
shovel in hand he begins to clear the path
when 'she' playfully jumps into it re-snowing it
to Grandpa's chagrin as he grins
pretending to be annoyed.
but he re-shovels again with great patience.
The worst of the storm has passed. The white stuff
is the perfect setting this day, this Christmas Eve.
Cold, wet and tired Grandpa and granddaughter
come in to warm up to hot chocolate with marshmallows
and it reminds curly head of the snow fall today.
Grandpa's white mustache is chocolate dyed.
Curly Head's mouth says: 'Got chocolate? '
Bedtime has evolved, Santa's on his way.
Curly head has left him a treat in a cup.
Santa arrived;
he put Curly Head's presents under the tree
Santa's white mustache gave him away;
he looked at himself in the mantle mirror
and laughed a hearty, 'HO, HO, HO'
His white mustache was chocolate dyed
and he cried aloud:
'GOT CHOCOLATE?
'HO, HO, HO! '
© Mel Patterson,11-2011
poem by Mel Patterson
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When I went to the Olympics, I had every intention of shaving the mustache off, but I realized I was getting so many comments about it - and everybody was talking about it - that I decided to keep it.
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Malkan Singh of the Central State in India
We were scrambling up a hill
towards Thathathri Temple in Mount Abu.
We pushed past many
for we were sleepless tourists
capturing a quarter of India in days ten.
A tall man in Safari suit
with a half-foot length
of unpruned mustache
on each side of his face
was trekking up
with gun-toting guards
preceeding and following him.
“ Shoot”, our Tamil teacher quipped
and screwed up his own
quarter-foot mustache
that made him often venerable.
The tall man turned back.
His fierce eyes of a tiger
shook me to say to comfort,
“ They are strong like Hercules
to climb up with their guns”.
They smiled and kept calm.
A queue above the hill
was crawling into a hollow place.
We skipped some people
and got sooner into it.
But the long mustache builder
was not a snob.
He let some to overtake him
and then he crept into the cave,
prayed in calm, scattered some coins
and came out smearing
sacred ash on his forehead.
We were busy taking photographs.
But he sat quiet on a rock
and watched around the valleys.
We evaded the line
rang the bell and came away.
The scaring mustacher
rang the bell thrice,
listening everytime to the echo
and viewing the distant hills.
Then he got away in silence.
“ Who is he, with this much of saintliness? ”,
when our History teacher asked,
his guard replied with a beaming smile:
“ Oh, he is Malkan Singh,
the murderer of ninety men
and a King-Maker in the Central State.
He reclined his arms before J.P, the Gandhian
and reconciled to be a recluse now”.
We were tight-lipped
and looked at him with awe
and hurried down with a snigger.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Eddie Drake is sort of this loose cannon, funny, edgy guy, who has this really foolish, foolish mustache.
quote by Lee Tergesen
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Some Women like Hitler's typical Mustache!
In front of the mirror
I notch my mustache
And my beloved comes behind
She grumbles; 'I don't like that V-shape cut.'
'No darling I want to make it as Hitler's
And some women like that.'
The whole week she didn't speak with me
And slept on the floor!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers. In the perfect stranger we perceive man himself; the image of a God is not disguised by resemblances to an uncle or doubts of wisdom of a mustache.
quote by G.K. Chesterton
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A Friend In New York Shot In An Art Exhibition
big round glasses
chinese eyes framed in black
curly black hair
pigtailed
protruding scarlet lips
closed
mustache untrimmed
you are the mouse of modern art
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I am The Holocaust
I am the evil that was seen
With a mustache on his face...
I am the ones that were
Held against there will
I am the sound that was
Heard of screaming, begging for a way out.
I am the innocent blood that was
Shed on these evil fields.
I am the flesh that was
Torn beyond the wired gates.
I am the tears that were
Seen crying on these graves.
I am The Holocaust.
poem by Hannah Diane Williams
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In Love With The 80's
so it was jeremy in 1983
in his ocean pacific t
who got a bloody knee
on his skateboard
in the half pipe
in the backyard
that tuesday night
and i'm only gonna pierce my left ear
and i've been working on this mustache all summer long
and my favorite band will always be tears for fears
and i'm gonna wear a pink tux to the prom
cutting class through the first floor window
he's driving fast cause he never did a thing slow
and i look up to my big bro
cause in the 80's all the ladies grabbed his hand and couldn't let go
and i'm only gonna pierce my left ear
and i've been working on this mustache all summer long
and my favorite band will always be tears for fears
and i'm gonna wear a pink tux to the prom (a pink tux to the prom)
doo doo, a doo doo doo
pink tux to the prom
doo doo, a doo doo doo
pink tux to the prom
i am gonna wear a pink tux to the prom
live without a care...what could possibly go wrong?
when you're president of the breakfast club
and you're not hesitant to fall in love (to fall in love)
to throw it away to fall in love with the 80's
i am gonna wear a pink tux to the prom
live without a care...what could possibly go wrong?
i am gonna wear a pink tux to the prom
live without a care...
cause you threw it away to fall in love with the 80's
doo doo, a doo doo
doo doo, a doo doo
doo doo, a doo doo
song performed by by Relient K
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The Talks Of The Souls
the spirits talk
last night about their regrets over
the bodies, neglected by you
look at you
your stomach is bloated your
arms are thin like
stirring rods
your mustache like some uncut
vines in the forest
you stink like a skunk
your lips crack
and your feet are muddy
soon the souls come to the
inevitable conclusion that
they do not deserve such a body
as yours and
you shall know what happens
next
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Water Lilies Of Knas
ABOVE the water lilies
of KNAS
is the whole body sculpture
of a national hero
in black suit, well defined hair,
tight white pants
nice mustache on the face
of his bravery
on his right arm is the heaviness
of books
on his left his famous
coat taken from the city
of Brussels
below this history
is a pond of goldfish
bubbling
knowing nothing about
heroism
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dirty Old Man
the dirty old man is eating
his favorite vanilla flavored oatmeal
he is mean and cheap
as he was in his younger days
filled with stories of his conquests
of the many women of the town
he looks at my wife his relative
he laughs and then looks back at me
and he said that it was all about a mother
growing the bones of a daughter
and a man comes along
boring a bigger hole inside her
she did not find it funny of course
something lewd is not laudable
i look at his mustache
some oatmeal got stuck somehow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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