I'm looking for a poem about a moustache. Does anyone know it, or where I can find it?

Question

I think it's from the Victorian days, when it became the fashion for young men to be clean-shaven; it sort-of mocks those men without moustaches. I think it starts something like, "I have a little moustache, it's here upon my lip. It's nearly a millimeter, from follicle to tip."
It goes on to mention it has a softness that the girls all love to touch and how men keep on their lips a little fuzz "to show all the ladies where their Grandpa's moustache was."
Does anyone know it??

Answer 1

Sounds like " That Day I remember" by Susan Wolding here:

http://www.poetry.com/contest/pastwinners.asp?qsGPWinID=253413

I tried my best to help but to no avail. Try to recall other memorable lines.

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