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Remember when you licked the beaters As your mum baked cakes? Nostalgia of innocence teeters, Recaptured on my lips Today, after making meringue For a raspberry daquise. Fabulously, fruity favourite, heart-sang, Laughing afterwards as I notice a leftover moustache.
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Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 10:29 PM UTC
meringue moustache
She could have sworn Charlie Chaplin was French. She had thought so since childhood - there was something about his movies being sub-titled, his ****** hair and (she lowered her voice with some shame) his trouser. She had loved his films since watching them with her dad and he never had mentioned the silent star's heritage. I mean, why would he? She looked again.  And again there was something 'continental' in his eye liner, in his gait and in the way he gracefully pivoted that still fitted her misconception. But now that she thought more about it, it made perfect sense, of course he was not French. He must have been German.
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 2:40 PM UTC
Charlie Chaplin was French
moustached monoku critic channels Seinfeld - no haiku for you
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
Monoku Soup
ANu de girl dat made me twirl ANd made my moustache curl She winked at me I got knock-kneed and had to smoke some **** It worked indeed she puffed with me then we both watched this tale unfurl
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
ANu de girl
Ol' Mr Rilash the authority on panache and once chef of Ben-Ash, had neglected to trim his tash. It itched and made him scratch; Unhappy on upper lip. A plan, a plan it hatched. ...then one time in the kitchen on a snoozing Mr Rilash. His tash did something brazen, or silly or quite brash. It pulled away and dashed crawling through plates of mash and hopping over paprikash it made it to the window ledge via the crockery left stashed. Was it brave or was it rash, the escaping captive tash. Leaping and waiting for the splash, It saw it's trajectory down below; and landed squarely in the trash.
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
The Runaway Moustache
He comes everyday Every morning, every night Like the morning sun and twilight After gulping down a glass of milk Comes my dear Mr. Milk moustache
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Moustache