This was more of an observation I had that turned into a little poem. There is this one creepy guy with his creepy look that always falls upon me whenever I see him at school and it's just creepy, but he has this fantastic mustache, that somehow adds to his strangeness which is great. I also so happened to be eating m&m's at the moment this happened, and it explains just what happened pretty much.
The twisted Mustache smiles at me
I look up
Then down
Glance up
It stares at me and still smiles
In its twisted twistedness
I gather courage
To look back
Then plop an m&m in my mouth
The Mustache is gone.
copyright Christine Locke
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