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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Give me a glass of real milk;
never mind that stuff called 'silk'.

I need the kind, tried and true;
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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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Father Winter is departing;
Princess Spring is coming forth.
She's arriving from the south,
while he is going north.
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Happiest flower in the garden
is the pansy, without doubt.
As it unfolds its petals,
it at times looks inside out.
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Waffles are a heav'nly treat;
fresh and brown
right from the griddle,
a wafting scent,
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There was once a winter day,
when all the schools closed down.
I did not have work that day;
no need to go to town.
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When Lucie came to live with me
she wouldn't let me pet.
Now she pleads and rubs and begs;
I'm glad she did forget.
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Clinophilia is my passion;
I just can't get enough.
Clean fresh sheets dried on the line
are like a jolt of snuff.
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To feel the sea spray in my hair,
the breeze upon my face.
It's a feeling you can't share;
It is the perfect place.
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