Terry Hoffman Poems

Harambe, he enjoyed his life,
had nothing much to do.
He sat around and ate all day
in the Cincinnati Zoo.
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I am just a person
with the worst luck of all.
Now I'm going to take the time
and do some recall.
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Give me a glass of real milk;
never mind that stuff called 'silk'.

I need the kind, tried and true;
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Father Winter is departing;
Princess Spring is coming forth.
She's arriving from the south,
while he is going north.
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There once was a boxer named Joe;
the heat made him whimper with woe.
His paw with one stroke
the ice bag he broke,
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Boredom inclines to make me yawn
and shut my mind till it is gone.
Into its maw I won't be drawn.
I use my brawn! I use my brawn!
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With mane blowing in the wind,
the mustang raised his head,
scenting breezes to protect
the band of mares he led.
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When that blazing sun shines down,
I seek the cooling shade
underneath the leafy bower
that the oak has made.
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Ursus stands tall, a mighty bear,
his strength alone will make you stare.
His gleaming fangs at you he'll bare.
Oh, what a scare, oh what a scare.
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