My Moustache Must Be Mistaken
It was not me, I swear! I did not
eat up all your cookies, full of
ooey gooey goodness, smooth
sweetness melting in my
mouth. My moustache of
milk chocolate
just gave my
secret
up.
****A nonet poem consists of nine lines, where line one consists of nine syllables, line two has eight syllables, and syllabic count descends by one each time, until the final line is only one syllable long, giving off the visual appearance that the poem is slowly disappearing.****
Sweeeeet. This made me smile. And the form fit your words so well. Big to small. Love it. Great pace. Thank you.