His four daughters called him “Dummy” And to his back made fun of him. Ever since he’d lost his hearing And since his sight had gotten dim,
While to his face they were all kind. Using names, like “Dear” and “Honey.” Since each had hopes she’d be the one To inherit Daddy’s money.
Then his friend, [...]
Entries from December 2005 ↓
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Where There’s a Will
December 4th, 2005 — General Humor
One Good Thing
December 2nd, 2005 — Growing Older
My cataracts have thickened,
And my sight is growing dim.
My neighbors say, quite often,
That sometimes I don’t know them.
My ankles both hold water;
All the rest of me has leaks.
I have a hard time hearing
When a person I meet speaks.
My steps have grown unsteady,
And my hands both have [...]
Dill Pickle Stew
December 1st, 2005 — Poems for Children
Now Frank was a fellow who lived all alone, In a cave that was dark, with no telephone. There were crickets and spiders, and red ants galore, That lived on the ceiling the walls and the floor.
Frank lived all alone, but everyone knew. How he fed all the bugs on dill pickle stew. [...]
Harry Smith’s Big Pet Rock
December 1st, 2005 — General Humor
Harry Smith had a big pet rock
That he took everywhere with him.
He kept it in his fanny pack,
He even named his pet rock “Jim”.
Now Harry found a boat, one day,
And took Jim for a row-about.
They hit a stump out on the lake
And Jim and Harry both fell out.
The water wasn’t very deep
But Harry’s splashing [...]
Ruthless
December 1st, 2005 — Poems for Children
When I rode Ruthie on my bike She liked to tell me where to go. She told me if I rode too fast And told me if I rode too slow.
She told me just how bad I rode And that I rode too carelessly. The other day I hit a bump And quickly [...]

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 