Love's Sweet Disguise

In the process of ridding my mustache of white To pluck as many and bring black to sight I had dug too many holes on that stretch To present the mirror with a perfect wretch! My missus smiled under her frown Said, ‘you look the funniest man in town, You could have dyed the hairs brown And not made yourself an awful clown! Fretting more by her pinching poke Told her ‘it’s no time for a joke, Help me clean up the mess a bit, So I don’t become a laughing stock on the street’! She quickly came up with a plan A clever woman, she did it with élan She dabbed her eyeliner on the mess To restore me a presentable face! But the story here didn’t come to a close It yielded love’s another sweet disguise Whole day I smelled her eyes in my nose A strand of my mustache she bore in her eyes!