#9 Imagine a moustache.

by justbekozlowski

Imagine a moustache,

as big as a bird,

with two great wings

but never a third.


It flies through the clouds,

at the speed of sound,

the stubble’s so light

as it lands on the ground.


The great flying moustache

can be seen by all,

but no one wants it to spiral and fall.


Imagine a moustache,

that’s bright and purple,

Shining in the sky,

No that won’t work.