I want a B-B gun for Christmas. When Mommy asked me why, I didn’t tell the truth But I didn’t tell a lie.
When I do something bad Mommy always seems to know. When I ask her how, she says, “A little birdie told me so.”
I want a B-B gun for Christmas Now [...]
Entries from December 2000 ↓
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A B-B Gun for Christmas
December 1st, 2000 — Poems for Children
Shipwreck
December 1st, 2000 — Poems for Children
My little boat Sailed out to sea And there it sank, Oh me! Oh me!
Of folded paper It was made; My loss was not so great. But sister’s Barbie, A passenger, Has gone to meet her fate.
Anyone can make a paper boat; but to make one good enough [...]
Alias
December 1st, 2000 — Poems for Children
My daddy’s not the president Or some big famous movie star. He’s just the mostest ‘portant man In this whole big old world so far.
Last night I learned he’s Santa Claus I really think it’s kind of neat; I found his Santa uniform Hidden down in our window seat.
You think he [...]
Little Sammy Speckles
December 1st, 2000 — Life with Children
Everybody liked to tease
Little Sam about his freckles;
They liked to call him names
Like Little Sammy Speckles.
His Grandma saw him crying
And asked why he was sad;
He told her how the children
Were teasing him so bad.
She said, “I love your freckles.
Each one’s a beauty spot.
God loved you so very, very much
That he gave you quite a [...]
Twister
December 1st, 2000 — Poems for Children
My dog is an ugly dog, As anyone can see. He’s not the kind that folks like But he’s good enough for me.
He spins around in circles, When he greets me after school. That’s why I named him Twister And I think he’s really cool.
His legs look like a Beagle’s And [...]

Wayne Edwards is a native Texan, graduate of Texas A&M University, and retired Air Force officer. He lives, with his wife Ruth, on a fish farm in Texas, in an underground house he built himself. Wayne can be reached via e-mail at 