Mom told me to wash the dishes But that is Sister’s job I’m sure. Men shouldn’t have to wash dishes So I devised a little cure.
I would break one of Mom’s dishes, Which would certainly make her sore, But then she would never let me Help wash the dishes any more.
But [...]
Entries from August 2001 ↓
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Men Don’t Wash Dishes
August 1st, 2001 — Poems for Children
Six Again
August 1st, 2001 — Married Life
This year I’d give my dear wife Her bestest birthday ever And anything she would want Would be my sole endeavor. She thought that I was joking, ‘Cause she said with wifely grin, “If it’s anything I want, Then make me a six again.”
I woke her up next morning, Just a little after [...]
Race Horse
August 1st, 2001 — Southern Humor
While jogging down a country lane, I came upon an old gray horse. I heard a voice say, “Hello there” And looked around to find its source.
The horse came over to the fence And then I clearly heard him say, “May I ask to where you’re trotting, On such a pretty, lovely day?” [...]
The Rhyme
August 1st, 2001 — A Writer's Life
Last night I wrote a poem But the words just didn’t fit, With syllables too many And the meter off a bit.
A participle dangled And an adjective displaced, The metaphor intended No longer could be traced.
The grammar was atrocious And the similes a crime. I am very proud of it Because I [...]
Magic Carpet
August 1st, 2001 — Poems for Children
Mommy has a magic carpet; One that can take me anywhere. And if I sit and wish a place I know that it will take me there.
I’d like to take it for a ride And see the world’s amazing sights. I would have gone a week ago, If I weren’t so afraid [...]

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 