Illustrated Poems

Andrea Faith Potter

The Nearly Baby

My cells are dividing,
I’m slipping and sliding
I’m only the size of a bean.
I kick my mum
in the tummy tum
to let her know I’m there.
Once I am born
I may stretch wide and yawn
but right now I am bald
without any hair.

by Lana Faith Young

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!

Silly Milly

Milly is sometimes silly
Milly is sometimes kind
and because of this
and because of that
she is a very good friend of mine.

by Lana Faith Young

A Pirate on the Sea

I once met a pirate,
though he did not say his name.
He wore a purple rain-coat
but he stank of brine just the same.

He kept a rotting fish in his hair,
he said it was for luck.
He hugged tight his teddy-bear
and on his thumb he loved to suck.

by Lana Faith Young

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

Poems by Lana Faith Young

and illustrated by Andrea Faith Potter