Best Theodore Roosevelt Poems

So easy to call him Titch.
He's just a tiny teddy-bear.
Yet I, a grown-up man,
feel a strange affection.

Affection, yes, for something fluffy,
and all you can do is look at it,
talk to it – or should I say “him”? –
and leave it on a shelf, table, desk.

Ah,...

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