My grandson, William, had a huge surprise,

When he heard a knock and answered the door,

To Luigi from the Mario Brothers

William couldn’t quite believe his eyes,

Until his grandad’s moustache fell off,

Ruining Luigi’s shallow disguise.

His face had frozen; time had stood still.

Fantasy had fused with reality, momentarily.

“This is grandad’s outfit, Will,

Ready for your birthday party!”

 

At last, an email from Amazon,

Exactly what I’d been waiting for!

They tell me that my opinion matters.

(But I don’t believe them anymore!)

They wanted yours truly to write a review,

An easy enough job for a poet to do.

Did my single black fake moustache,

Meet all my exacting expectations?

 

My review was positive,

 “Your moustache kicked ass,

As a fake moustache it was unsurpassed.

Thank you, Amazon, I want you to know,

You helped to make me a convincing Luigi,

To complement my grandson’s Mario.

You cemented our familial love, moreover,

But what can I do with a fake moustache,

Now that William’s party is over?"