‘‘Twas the Micromatic Monday before Mother’s Day and over the sink
The lather was slick as a Zambonied rink
MMOC on a facecloth grasped by one not brave
Who’d just settled in for a late evening shave
The GEM blade was nestled in its MMOC bed
While visions of whiskercide danced in its head
Mama off to dreamland during my shave and shower
That have somehow stopped taking almost a whole hour
The cap touched my face and what did I see?
It was under the jawline getting shaved ATG!
Away through the whiskers MMOC flew like a flash
Angle change at the chin-bone for no weepers or slash
Goodbye mustache and fuzz on cheeks
Bid adieu oh so brusque
To the whiskers near my chin
As tough as walrus tusk
To my sideburns; said in English; it translates poor in Spanish…
¡Adios amigos mios, Your Muttonchops Must Vanish!”
Washed off face and kit thinking I was so bright
Then alum block said: “Mister, your touch ain’t so light.”
I didn’t exclaim from the aftershave sting.
And now it’s Mother’s Day for the women who mean everything.
The lather was slick as a Zambonied rink
MMOC on a facecloth grasped by one not brave
Who’d just settled in for a late evening shave
The GEM blade was nestled in its MMOC bed
While visions of whiskercide danced in its head
Mama off to dreamland during my shave and shower
That have somehow stopped taking almost a whole hour
The cap touched my face and what did I see?
It was under the jawline getting shaved ATG!
Away through the whiskers MMOC flew like a flash
Angle change at the chin-bone for no weepers or slash
Goodbye mustache and fuzz on cheeks
Bid adieu oh so brusque
To the whiskers near my chin
As tough as walrus tusk
To my sideburns; said in English; it translates poor in Spanish…
¡Adios amigos mios, Your Muttonchops Must Vanish!”
Washed off face and kit thinking I was so bright
Then alum block said: “Mister, your touch ain’t so light.”
I didn’t exclaim from the aftershave sting.
And now it’s Mother’s Day for the women who mean everything.