Mike grew a decent moustache,
his sister didn’t like it,
she gave him an electric razor for Christmas,
he didn’t bother to use it.
He’d learned to like the moustache, bit by bit,
he kept it, until he got his sister to admit,
“Well, at least you combed it.” she said,
Mike, didn’t listen, so he sighed instead.
His mom persuaded him to visit his grandma,
and he said ” absolutely, I can not.”
“The smell of the nursing home is similar to hospitals and the sight of blood makes me feel faint.”
He ended up going, as guilty as ever,
he hadn’t gone in a long time, and it seemed forever.
His grandma welcomed him, in a manner he thought was spooky,
and the expresion on her face, was rather droopy.
She thought that Mike was her husband,
speaking what seemed like non-sense to Mike and asking for him to forgive her,
he thought that she was crazy, until he seemed to understand,
she seemed to be making a forgiveness demand,
So he said “I forgive you.” and turned away,
hoping that he didn’t have to stay.
When he got home he got out the razor,
and shaved off his moustache, without thinking much longer.