I told the magic genie
I wanted to be a pirate
And sail the seven seas.
I knew the magic genie
Wanted very much to please.
He knew that I’d return him
To his little genie bottle
If he didn’t grant my wish.
His bottle was quite crowded
With two monkeys and a fish.
So he tweaked his genie nose,
And he did a genie dance
With [...]
Entries from November 2007 ↓
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How I Became a Parrot
November 24th, 2007 — Poems for Children
First is Not Always Best
November 23rd, 2007 — Poems for Children
We raced out to the old tire swing,
It had hung there through the summer.
For him to beat me for first swing,
Had really been a bummer.
But when he jumped into the swing,
I laughed so hard I could have cried.
A swarm of wasps had found the tire
And built their paper nest inside!
Houseflies, Horseflies and Baseball Flies
November 22nd, 2007 — Poems for Children
Grandpa said he saw a house fly,
That’s the silliest thing I’d heard.
Grandpa likes to tease us kids,
Sometimes you can’t believe a word.
When I told him a house can’t fly,
He said he saw a horse fly too.
I know that when he teases me
The things he says aren’t always true.
I told my dad what Grandpa said,
About the [...]
Warning Signs
November 20th, 2007 — Poems for Children
Some grown-ups put up warning signs
To try and scare bad guys away.
When it is dark, they can’t be read,
And bad guys aren’t out when it’s day.
Dad says bad guys drop out of school,
So warning signs have little need.
If bad guys are drop-outs from school,
They probably can’t even read.
Pet Dinosaur
November 12th, 2007 — Poems for Children
“It would eat us out of house and home!”
Is what my mother said.
“Besides, I think I read somewhere,
That all the dinosaurs are dead.”
“It would eat us out of house and home,”
My mother said to me again.
“We wouldn’t know what to feed it,
Or even how we should begin.”
“Our back yard isn’t big enough;
A dinosaur needs room [...]

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 