She was stopped for speeding
And she knew she’d get a ticket.
But if she played her cards just right,
She might be able to lick it.
When he asked her for her license,
She told him, “This will make your day.
I don’t have a driver’s license,
The stupid judge took it away!”
“And I have no registration,
Because this is a stolen […]
Category: Poems for Grownups
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How to Beat a Speeding Ticket
May 20th, 2008 — Poems for Grownups
Welfare Office
May 19th, 2008 — Poems for Grownups
She came into my small office,
Her fifteen boys and girls in tow.
How she remembered all their names
Was one thing that I had to know.
All she said was, “Sit down, Leroy,”
When they had filed in through the door.
All of them had quickly minded,
Filling the chairs and half the floor.
I said, “It must be very hard
To remember […]
New Step-Mother
May 8th, 2008 — Poems for Grownups
I told the pretty blond-haired girl,
Who I met at the health food bar,
That she shouldn’t laugh at me
For driving such a shabby car.
“My dad just won the lottery
And he has just turned ninety-nine.
His health is poor; he’ll die real soon,
And then his money will be mine.”
She treated me with more respect,
She told me that her […]
Mom’s Favorite Drink
April 30th, 2008 — Life with Children, Poems for Grownups
It was take your son to work day.
Mrs. Jones took little Pete.
He liked his mother’s office;
Her friends were kind of neat.
There were fun things on her desk
Some candy mints and toffee.
One friend said Pete could go with him
To get his mom her coffee.
“We make your mom her favorite drink
On this counter over here.”
“Wow,” said Pete, […]
Lessons on Buying a Horse
April 29th, 2008 — Life with Children, Poems for Grownups
His dad took him to buy a horse.
He watched him feel its legs and chest.
“When you buy a horse,” Dad told him,
“That’s two important parts you test.”
“You know that old friend you called
To come and fix Mom’s clothes dryer?
Mom said that she was thanking him
But I think he wants to buy her!”

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 