I saw a mustache in downtown Chicago today that was so spectacularly robust I nearly snapped a photo with my phone. But I didn't want him to indignantly smack me in the face with what I believe was an accompanying (Yanni-esque) toupée.
If I were to write a haiku about it, it would be this:
Salt and pepper 'stache
Splendor not to be surpassed
Bushy-lipped was he.
But no photo. So you'll just have to take my word for it.