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!

Silly Milly

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

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.

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.

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!



Here are a few of my poems,

illustrated by Andrea Faith Potter