Some favorite poems from 2004 and 2005

On His Moustache, A Sonnet
by John Alba Cutler

I grew a moustache on my rosy nose,

Composed of wispy, curly wires of black;

It blossomed on my lip like a dark rose,

I hope it doesn't migrate to my back.

My moustache makes me feel like a new man-

With it, I rejoice, The night warms my breast.

I can meet any challenge, with this span

of haughty hair across my mouth, And lest

you think this moustache unbecoming - look!

A hint of red, a whisper of velvet,

My face is suddenly a very book

of poems, and this the crowning sonnet.

The magnum opus of an unshaved face,

A psalm to roses, to upper lips, a grace.

Mach 4 by Joel Henriod

Lip Whiskers do please

My lover always, nat'ral

Aphrodisiac

Ode to the Mustache by Trent Lofgren

For many years you reigned supreme

On upper lips oh how you seemed to gleam.

Why I know four parents, were all quite sure

That there would be no end to this upper lip fur.

Lo, what happened? The nineties I'm afraid.

For over a decade, we've all been depraved.

Oh what a shame to lose such a treasure,

The mighty mustache that elicits such pleasure.

Although not extinct; for you can always see

Simply dormant it lies camouflaged by the goatee.

Tonight there's no fear, no shame, no doubt

As evident here they've given to sprout.

So drink some egg nog, no matter the cost

And let your mustache show off its new frost.

It's sad that this night will be gone in a flash

Bu I will always stay true to my mighty mustache.