Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Mustache

To grow one, my yearning did ache.

A new look for me, try I must.

I told the wife, but she did take

An attitude that it would just

Rub her wrong when we would kiss.

But against wishes of the wife,

I grew one over time, and this

Caused us a lot of stress and strife.

My yearning ache for a must do

To grow one turned the wife to be

Madder, and tension 'tween us grew.

One day the wife's hand came at me.

I felt the wife was very rash

When she did rip off my mustache.