Oh little bee There on my nose, You want to sting, I do suppose. It’s your flower I mst agree… Didn’t see you Oh little bee. I just wanted One tiny sniff And not to cause This little tiff. You stand there in That wicked crouch… You won’t sting me, OUCH, OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!
Entries from July 2007 ↓
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Bee on my Nose
July 31st, 2007 — Poems for Children
Destination
July 29th, 2007 — Growing Older, Quickies
The old man sitting next to me Was searching for his ticket. He said he’d looked in all the places Where he would usually stick it. I told him, “Tell me where you’re going And I will gladly pay your fare. He said, “That’s why I need my ticket, It’s how I’ll know when I [...]
My Own Little World
July 27th, 2007 — Quickies
I live in my own little world Where I have nothing to fear. I’m safe in my own little world, Because nobody knows me here.
I’m Just Visiting Here
July 24th, 2007 — Poems for Grownups
The tall overconfident man Asked the beautiful young lady, “How do you handle the strange men, Whose attentions seem a bit shady?” “When I don’t want a man’s attention I always make it very clear. When he asks me for my address, I tell him, “I’m just visiting here.” He laughed and told the young [...]
Just One Glance
July 20th, 2007 — Poems for Children
Teacher, Teacher Don’t call on me. I’m not ready Can’t you see? Teacher, Teacher Please don’t look. I’m hiding here Behind my book. Teacher, Teacher Call on Fred, He’s all the answers In his head. Teacher, Teacher Call on Fay, She can make up Things to say. Teacher, Teacher That one glance, Just caused me [...]
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 
