The ’stache is dead; long live the ’stache
From Macleans, a poem in memory of John Oates’ mustache.
My favorite stanza?
Hall was tall, he was blond
He could sing in falsetto
But John Oates’ soup strainer
Helped fill up his bed-o
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From Macleans, a poem in memory of John Oates’ mustache.
My favorite stanza?
Hall was tall, he was blond
He could sing in falsetto
But John Oates’ soup strainer
Helped fill up his bed-o
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