Movember

First she was happy, then unimpressed.
A flat stare, her displeasure laid bare.

A part of me she loved, now shorn away.
And with it, my sex life this month -
no good deed goes unpunished these days.

The world has need of men who are good.
Even, wise, brave, and just as they should.

In it's place, something new and bold grows,
A defiant symbol she thinks is gross.

Fathers, brothers, friends. 
A beard's a small loss, it will grow back in the end.
This moustache is grown for the sake of good men.