Popular Poems About Tolerance

Once a week I do a complete shave of my face
I look forward to the warm water, shaving cream and Gillette Razor taking every whisker completely off
As I looked at my face today, the only hair that was left was above my lip
I don’t call this a mustache because I’m not trying to grow one of those
As I stared at myself and looked at the hair above my lip
I said to myself,
what if I donned a toothbrush mustache?

For those of you that don’t know what a toothbrush mustache is,
look at the visual I attached to this story
Not a real attractive...