Today Mr Custard will ceremoniously shave off his moustache as promised to the children of his primary school. I must say that I have grown rather fond of this hairy creature growing upon his top lip and will lament the passing of this hirsute exercise.
In reverence to his participation in the Movember charity fund raising... he has written a poem...
Ode to the Moustache
The hair that blossoms on the lip,
Is rarely cool and never hip.
So shave it off and get a grip;
You know you look an utter drip.
It’s growing for a noble cause,
But do not linger for applause;
You’d look less daft in grandma’s drawers;
Some “L’Oreal tinted” Santa Clause!
So shave it off! Do it today!
Don’t defer it; don’t delay.
The execution must not stay;
The balder lip is the modern way.
November it is almost past;
Advent it is here at last.
No need to ponder or to fast;
Just have a shave - you look an ass!
Can you spot the difference between Jason King and Mr Custard?