My Brother Jay

My younger brother, Jay is a youth pastor in Dallas. They had an "80's Theme Night" this past Wednesday. I think he is probably one of the funniest people I know. Once again he proves that to be true by perfecting his 80's look with a genuine vintage mustache. Jay, to you I salute you Mr. Mustache man. Ailee is now terrified of you Uncle Jay, no I'm kidding. She just said "What's That?". As an added tribute to my little bro, I've composed a little poem.

Ode To The Mustache

When daylight breaks
through billowing clouds
through thine window
in the early morn'.
The hair that dwells upon
my mouth
is awakened by the yawn.
O follicle, where did thee
find my face
and grow thee there
your bristly race.
Thou shalt not move towards
mine chin,
for then you would be
outnumbered by mine beard.
No, for you mustache you
sit alone
upon mine lip
you've found thy throne.
And I wilt be forevermore
tickled by the bristles
underneath mine nose.