Movember is almost over!
Please support men’s health and visit the Movember site for ways to donate.
Our guitar player Reggie is also raising funds. Check out his pics below!
You started off so small, petite and unassuming
A mere willow in the wind, just a baby blooming
Unnoticeable at first, you were a novelty, an act
But as the days grew on, your history grew deeper – straight artifact
You started to take shape, you started to form
And not long after that, it looked like I was in 70’s porn
Bushy and thick, you started to hold your ground
A nestling burrow for a bird, a tangled mess, a mound
You held your head high, despite the laughter and noise
Unflappable and calm you grew into one of the boys
You became a friend, a mate, part of the crew
Out of the movies, the gym or a casual brew
You remind me of what I just ate, whenever I wouldn’t remember
You were my best friends, my crutch, all the month of November
But now your time has come, your back to dust in the breeze
I question whether I should rid myself of you and the world begs please
You weren’t a whisker, a hair, or even an eyelash
You were better than that, you were my homie, my moustache
12 more months until we’re reunited once again
You growing above my lips, turning boys into men
RIP – Mustache (I love you)
- Day 1
- Day 15
- Day 26
Coming soon… DECEMBEARD.
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