Best Chesterfield Poems

In Chesterfield and Spats


The father of the girl
I stare at now,
as we wait for our morning bus,
stands across the street,
tall and proper in his 
chesterfield and spats.

He is waiting for a bus
that goes in the opposite direction.
He wears a derby,
swings a silver cane,
smokes a green...

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Chesterfield explains everything with a hiss.
You will not have time to ask him something,
Before he tells you this

He is an expert on bees, trees, houses,
Mouses, dogs,
And of course, Iowa farm hogs.

Chesterfield prances around in his red jammies
Throwing out facts – many, not a few.
None of...

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