I’ve got a bad sore throat,
Runny nose and a cough.
If I sneeze one more time,
My head just might come off.
Mom said that it looks like
I caught myself a cold.
I’m not good at catching.
I’m only three years old.
I heard my mom tell Dad,
That it could be the flu.
When I learn how to throw
I’ll throw the flu [...]
Entries from November 2006 ↓
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Catch
November 11th, 2006 — Poems for Children
Upon Writing My 1,000th Poem
November 7th, 2006 — A Writer's Life, Quickies
How many poems do you have to write
Before you call yourself a poet?
How many poems do you have to write
Before they’re so good you know it?
How many poems do you have to write
Before agents beat down your door?
How many poems do you have to write?
I guess I’d better go write some more!
An All Around Bad Day
November 5th, 2006 — Poems for Grownups
The bully thought it was funny
To grab another person’s drink,
And then to gulp it down real fast
Before the other man could think.
But this time the man was crying
Which spoiled all of the bully’s fun.
He said, “You’re stupid if you think
I’ll buy you another one!”
He said, “That’s not why I’m crying.
It seems this day will never [...]
My Calendar
November 2nd, 2006 — Poems for Children
My calendar
Is no more good,
Said Miss Sally
Underwood.
I lent it to
Young Tommy Gates,
That silly kid
Ate all the dates.
January
He ate at noon,
And burped quite loud
When he ate June.
February
What a treat.
Its taste, he said,
Could not be beat.
March and August,
Made him sick
Because he ate
them much too quick.
I told the truth,
I could not lie
I told him where
I hid July.
Tommy gobbled
Up [...]


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 