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.****