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 get there.”
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 lady,
“That’s very wise of you, my dear,
But just [...]
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
To wet my pants!

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 