Best Cravat Poems

His ramrod back, his brill-creamed hair 
and waxed moustache gave him a certain air, 
a certain dash, and a military bearing. 
His speech was clipped....

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Dancing outside the saloon,
they toss pennies at his feet.
On his harmonica he plays,
a tune, off key, up beat.

On his head of sparse grey hair,
he sports...

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Dapper Drac had a panic attack, and topping off the dread
His trendy boots clashed with his suit, plus his white shirt was stained red

Sure his...

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You might see me in the back streets
By the light of the full moon
With my look refined and cunning
I will almost make you swoon
Don't treat...

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Stepping Through Time


There on my wall...my painting of his home...
a piece of history from long ago.
I contemplate the image and at once,
as in a foggy...

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Galleries of life, ignorant and tough,
Sometimes as sandarac’s incense, usually morose.
I erase bluntness that grew a cravat around my heart,
Abominable inheritance riveted into the soul...

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"The Conquistador's Lament"
 By Rachel Heffington

"Oh, to have a seniorita
Waiting for me in my casa
As the sun of dear Hispania
Speeds me home-a, fast an' fasta'
And...

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New Zealand's favourite bird is the Tui, also called parson bird for its ruffled white cravat - it is famously noted for various lyrical songs...

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An Englishman Grinling Gibbons was his name
wood carved a cravat to find fame
Realistic sculptures helped him survive
making them seem organically alive...

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Trump now loves rhyme, its integral
to his existence as his name 
rhymes with so many words so well
and words that qualify his fame,

There’s flump and...

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Man in a suit drives his Rolls Royce,
Kept polished shinning by local boys,
His scarf and cravat are made of silk,
His designer trousers as white as...

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~Weighty Problems~

A sweet lady, made a sexy faux
pas, 
Sitting at a seaside resort bar!
Alas, being a tad fat,
She eyed a professor with a cravat.
"Madame, you would not even fit...

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I do not drive a fancy car
Or chew on a Cuban cigar
I do not wear a silk cravat
Or attend the fancy balls
I do not own...

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He is a gentleman, refined and gentile.
A snappy dresser, Lord B.P.C. McBeel.
Look at his brocade suit, custom made of course.
His enormous steed is elegant for...

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