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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 