I was asked to be guest speaker For a ladies’ cooking group. They wanted me to speak on sex Then join them afterwards for soup. If my wife found out my topic. I’d be in for hours of railing, To avoid a lousy evening I told her I’d speak on sailing. A lady friend told [...]
Entries from November 2007 ↓
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Lousy Sailor
November 10th, 2007 — Poems for Grownups
My Desk is a Rocket Ship
November 8th, 2007 — Poems for Children
Yesterday I discovered something That not even my teacher knows. My school desk is a rocket ship; Think of a place, and off it goes. When our math class gets too boring, I’ll take a fast trip to the moon. I’ll explore all of the craters, But I’ll get back for lunch at noon. I’ll [...]
The Little Angel
November 6th, 2007 — On a Serious Note
How she’d gotten by my nurse, I didn’t even have a clue. She said, ”Sir my mom’s real sick And she’s bad in need of you.” I sat unmoved at my desk, Diplomas on all the walls. I said, “Have your mom come in; I no longer make house calls.” She said, “Mom is way [...]
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 