Cravat Poems - Poems about Cravat

...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......

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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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...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 ......

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...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 f......

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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, ......

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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,......

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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 ......

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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......

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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 ......

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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......

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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 wo......

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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 Ye......

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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......

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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 tailor......

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