© Andrea Faith Potter 2020 All rights reserved.

By Lana Faith Young

and illustrated by

Andrea Faith Potter

Shiver Me!
Shiver me timbers
and shiver me mates
I hear a storm coming
but I won’t quiver, I won’t quake.
Shiver me beard 
and shiver me knees
I’m not scared,
no siree!

​The storm is a howling
as though an ocean god has
been stung by a poisonous jelly 
I only look worried ‘cause 
there’s a splinter in me peg foot
and a lobster’s got hold of my belly.

Shiver me timbers
and shiver me bones.
My ship is so scared
its sailing back toward home!

by Lana Faith Young