Tuesday, May 09, 2006

mustache poem

there once was a boy named kubas,
who wanted to know what "baffi" was.

so he searched and searched,
and googled all day,
until he discovered
blogging was the only way.

so he met up with 5 friends,
and they talked and talked.
they created a mustache palace,
where millions go in and walk.

then one day,
an italian dropped by.
after declaring max as "magic,"
they often typed a "hi."

a friendship was born
and continues to last,
spanning lakes, mountains,
ocean and grass.


soon after,
as the story goes,
a baffi was born,
right under his nose.

9000 hits later,
and 164 posts,
only mustaches
keep offering the most.

who would have known?
6 men could give birth-
to quite easily,
the greatest show on earth.

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At 8:40 PM, May 09, 2006, Blogger Houley said...

To be honest, I really didn't enjoy much of this poem.

At 9:14 PM, May 09, 2006, Blogger constant_k said...

Well, maybe it wasn't written for your ENJOYMENT, man.

At 10:26 PM, May 09, 2006, Blogger CoachDub said...

I believe this qualifies as verse, not poetry.
But it is charming verse, nonetheless.

At 8:06 AM, May 10, 2006, Blogger Kid C said...

"the greatest show on earth"

Is that a direct call-out at the Showstoppers? (our shirts read "the greatest show on earth" as the tagline last year)

If the 'Stoppers played the 'Staches, the final score would be something like:

Showstoppers - 107
Mustaches - 28

Seriously. We could put Henke, Owen, Clough, Capelle, and my brother Mark as an honorary Showstopper and still win.

At 1:13 PM, May 10, 2006, Blogger Houley said...

The 'staches DID lose to the sophomores...

At 1:14 PM, May 10, 2006, Blogger Houley said...

or should I say, with my newfound knowledge of html, did

At 1:38 PM, May 10, 2006, Blogger robbie said...


At 2:58 PM, May 10, 2006, Blogger fayna said...

Once I read a keuber's post
I always like it almost
He was on messenger last night
since he's always cool and right
Talking about his first desire
suddenly Keuber lighted his fire:
He wants Iceland's blue blue sky
so we'll go there in a hyundai
I know it has little trunk
but it's ok if Fayna is drunk
and if you too do think so
why waiting? let's go!

At 9:29 PM, May 10, 2006, Blogger Houley said...

Now that is a poem. Or verse. Whatever.


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