Beware the man with the mo, that cheeky little so and so.
He’ll take you out on a first date, surprising you with his hairy nose mate.
You’ll spend the next 4 hours drinking, laughing and interacting, despite his mouthbrow being awfully distracting.
What a lovely evening it will be, you won’t want it to end. It’ll become obvious this hairy dude is more than just a friend.
So into his pockets will go, his wallet and phone, he’ll hoist you up and carry you home.
He’ll tickle your top lip when he gives the tongue the slip. You’ll tell him watch himself, behave! But he still won’t bloody shave.
You’ll taste his drunken midnight snack – is that a Maccy D’s Big Mac?? You’ll get all fun and flirty and start to think a ‘tache could be kinda dirty…
Then you’ll get a surprising feeling, this 80s pornstar seems suddenly appealing.
And so they grow, the feelings and the mo. You realise this man ain’t so bad; he’s just supporting his fellow bros.
– JLW, 2018