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Here are some poems that I illustrated for my 7th and 8th grade math and science classes. They are pen and pencil drawings or oil paintings. Before I retired from Public School teaching, I would hang up a different picture each month and write the corresponding poem on the blackboard. I think my students enjoyed them. Some students were inspired to write new poems for me. Here is one:

'Twas Hydrogen against Oxygen,
The game had just begun
When Hydrogen racked up two fast points
And Oxygen still had none.
Then Oxygen scored a single goal
And there they ended the game.
At Hydrogen 2, and Oxygen 1,
Called because of rain.
---- Kari T.

The following poems come from various sources: The Space Child's Mother Goose, Fantasia Mathematica, and The Mathematical Magpie.

(Note: I sign all my art work .037 which is my first name upside down.)

Resistor, transistor, condensers in pairs, Battery, platter, record me some airs; Squeaker and squawker and woofer times PI, And baby shall have his own private Hi-Fi.
	There once was a breathy baboon Who always breathed down a bassoon, For he said, “It appears That in billions of years I shall certainly hit on a tune.”
There was a young lady named Bright, Who traveled much faster than light. She started one day In the relative way, And returned on the previous night
	Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner Extracting cube roots to infinity, An assignment for boys That will minimize noise And produce a more peaceful vicinity.
Little Miss Muffet Sits on her tuffet In a nonchalant sort of a way. With her force field around her The spider, the bounder, Is not in the picture today.
	Mary, Mary, Quite contrary, How are your Hydroponics? “I’ve Dixie Bells And Chanterelles All singing in Supersonics.”
Flappity, Floppity, Flip! The mouse on the Möbius Strip. The strip revolved, The mouse dissolved, In a chronodimensional skip!
	This little pig built a spaceship, This little pig paid the bill; This little pig made isotopes, This little pig popped a pill; But this little pig did nothing at all, And he’s just a little pig still.
Venus Vermiculate¹Be my own BEM²How bright is that eye On its seven-foot stem. Croon in that sweet Ophicleidean³ voice And we two shall in true Symbiosis⁴ rejoice ¹Vermiculate = worm ²BEM = Bug Eyed Monster ³Ophicleidean = horn-like ⁴Symbiosis = Sharing life’s demands