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FAMILY NAMES




They thought they had run out of names

To call their last born son, 

Didn’t think too hard?

Were caught off guard?

For there was more than one.


The firstborn son, Charles Brian

Charles, our maternal dad

Brian, a name

Mum liked, the same

Together, sounds not bad


The second lad called Robert, 

McCabe his middle name

Robert, our dad, 

McCabe, did add

Dad’s mother, had the same.


The third boy, got Hugh Douglas

An uncle of our dad

No sons  did  sire

T’ his name acquire

So given to this lad


Fourth born, another family name 

A ‘William Penny’ he

Dad’s bro. also

But he had no

Sons, his own name to be


Fifth boy called aft’ mum’s sister,

Bill Arthur, had wed she

Dad had just read

Of boy David

Hence David Arthur he


And then there came the last born

‘bout Samuel, dad had read,

That was  first name

But nothing came

To compliment the said


While born at home, was rushed to

The Children’s hospital

The nurses said

Around mum’s bed

Some names quite possible


Like Samuel James, or Michael

Or Samuel Jason too

Those didn’t fit in

Then "Samuel Colin"

THAT’S IT, that one will do.


Our mum was Florence Gregg Ross

With none called after her

So Gregg, Lawrence,

Could’ve had a chance 

Our mothers name to bear


Years aft. I asked the eldest, 

“Near age fifteen, didn’t fit”

“Disgusted was”.......

Came his response,

.......“My parents were still ‘at it’”

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