My supermarket says people
Will be encouraged to buy more,
If there is a matching odor
For all the things sold in their store.
Fresh roasting ears are quick to sell
When customers smell buttered corn,
And vegetables are misted with
The smell of rain on a spring morn.
When walking by the fresh farm eggs
All your senses will awaken,
And your mouth will [...]
Entries from February 2007 ↓
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Aroma
February 27th, 2007 — Poems for Grownups
The Babysitter
February 22nd, 2007 — Life with Children
Mother hired a babysitter
To stay with me while she went out.
She said that it would do no good
For me fuss and stomp about.
To have a sitter sit with me
Is quite an awesome task, it seems.
Our neighbors one time called the cops
Because of babysitter’s screams.
She said the sitter she had hired
Had gone to paratroopers’ school
She said [...]
Peaches or Peas
February 13th, 2007 — Poems for Grownups
She had been caught shoplifting.
The judge asked her, “What did you take?”
She shouted when she answered the judge,
“A can of peaches, for goodness sake!”
“How many peaches were in the can?”
The judge asked, contemplating her fate.
“How do I know”, the woman answered,
“I think that there were probably eight.”
“Then eight days will be your sentence.
A day for [...]
Mangy Rat and Smarty Cat
February 4th, 2007 — Poems for Children
Mangy Rat fought Smarty Cat
Over a hunk of cheese.
Mangy Rat did not know that
The cheese was full of bees.
Mangy Rat learned about that,
When he sat on the cheese.
Mangy Rat should not have sat,
I think he now believes.
So Mangy Rat told Smarty Cat
That he could have the cheese.
Smarty Cat said, “Okay Rat
But you can keep the [...]
Goodbye Daddy
February 1st, 2007 — Poems for Grownups
Tom said his prayers with Dad each night,
He was a very thoughtful lad;
He always prayed, “God bless my Mom.”
And then he prayed, “God bless my Dad.”
The next one on his prayer list;
“God, don’t forget to bless Grandma.”
Tonight his ending surprised Dad
When he just said, “Goodbye, Grandpa.”
They got the word about Grandpa,
On his way home from [...]

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 