Grandpa's Walrus Moustache

Grandpa was hopping mad
Someone had done him bad
Overnight forest was denuded
Invader virginal lip marauded

As he jumped up and down in rage
Toddler Monty joined him in jump race
This made grandpa crackup in guffaw
Dislodging the rage bone stuck in craw

Settling down in his favorite rocker
Held conference to solve this shocker
Placed box on table for confession slip
Needing ownership of this sacrilege quick

His hookah pipe felt it was in alien territory
Saddened at missing moustache now history
Puffing in quick succession inhales felt odd
A bald upper lip made grandpa rather appalled 

After a long sleepless fasting mournful night
Grandpa opened box to find a slip to shed light
In his slumber family had caused its full pruning
Doctor said moustache was also his health ruining

Daily an hour long fond care was expended
To maintain health of moustache extended
It was soon to be an entrant in record books
Now cruelly shaved upper lip agitated shook


Hygiene demanded that walrus moustache be gone
Being a veritable magnet, hotbed of bacteria borne
Love had made them take this drastic extreme step
Villainously robbing grandpa’s pride to health pep

Saga happy sad sweet sour it is of grandpa’s moustache
A ferocious walrus bush mush to which he was attached
From it in cloak n dagger fashion was by family detached
A friendly barber as hangman wielded razor with panache

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was fondly remembering my grandpa and the tickling huge moustache


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