A Mustache Poem

I Took My Mustache Out to Dinner

The City sight and sounds they beckon,
Savory senses delight and enlighten,
The prices are high, my desires not lessened,
Only thought I have my mustache must not frighten.

The hunger grows it must be sated,
Choices loom large and overwhelming,
My decision is made, the mustache fated,
Wisdom is wise, the whiskers tell me.

The thoughts were mine I must believe,
Listen to the thoughts they go through the leaves,
I took my mustache out to dinner you see,
But in fact it was my mustache that brought it to me.