The arrival of our grandson Devon,
Was in the evening at one minute past seven.
This lad was in the breech position
And a Caesarian delivery the Specialist's decision.
Bottom first Devon made his entry,
Not the manner of real gentry.
His Dad and Mum on him did gaze
In happy and euphoric daze.
They had been two, but now were three,
Fulfilled to be a family.
Pam Brown
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