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. He walked his stick 
with sergeant major's flick.
His corduroys  were always neatly creased 
and Liberty cravat was tucked and...

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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 an old top hat.
His tattered coat of tailored tails,
frames a frayed and worn cravat. 

On a thin frame the tux...

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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 hair was right, and dynamite, as seen in the mirror
Yet to dress, without finesse, in his book, was a vile...

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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 me as an enemy
Or fear me as a foe
Don't use evil words against me
I'm a well-bred soul, you know
I'm a...

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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 dream, he steps outside
into my space, his hand outstretched to mine.
We dance the minuet;  he bows to me
with brocade...

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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 of farce,
But there is nothing more valued in life than experience,
And there is a bag-full of it in every one...

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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 to have the seniorita
say 'twas me her heart was for-a...
I would give all of my galleons
For a girl who I...

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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 - consisting of
soul tuning notes -  intricate melodies or single beats when bereaved of its mate for life, ...

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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 rump and also plump,
then’s sump and its close cousin, slump
and not forgetting grump and dump
all lumped together form a chump
And...

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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 in my flat!"
Embarrassesd, she ran and fell on her 
large prat.



Panagiota Romios
5/4/2019
7:30pm PST...

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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 a designer cat
Or have the funds to gamble
I do not smell of Givenchy
Or even live in the 'burbs
I am nothing...

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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 milk.

Knows full well his source of wealth,
Keeps me nourished in prime health,
Well clothed and housed in my room,
Cared for fully...

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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 a horse.

Lord BPC McBeel did not look like a lizard at all.
He was low to the ground, but he came...

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