“There is not one single monster In your room,” my grandpa said, “Not one single monster alive!” And he marched me off to bed. Grandpa’s always right, you know He said, “Not one monster alive.” There’s not one monster in my room. There are four monsters, maybe five!
Entries from January 2008 ↓
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Monster Count
January 11th, 2008 — Poems for Children, Quickies
Talented Horse
January 7th, 2008 — General Humor
The man drove up in my driveway, Riding in a sporty red car. “I want to buy your horse,” he said, Talking around a big cigar. “I heard down at the general store, That he can play a violin. I own a traveling circus That I could use his talent in.” “Well, I could sure [...]
The Chicken*
January 3rd, 2008 — Poems for Grownups
Once upon an evening bright, while I waited for the night, To rest then from a day of labor that had made my muscles sore. Sitting there and quietly napping, was awakened by a tapping, Or was it more like a rapping, rapping at my big barn door? “A friend or neighbor,” I muttered, “tapping [...]
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 