THIS IS A LITTLE STORY ATTACHED TO  BELINDA AND ZACK AND KAI. Before I go, what about a little yarn about ultra sounds? Girls you know the drill, have your checkups and ‘soundings', keep well and have a healthy baby. Belinda had the first ULTRA SOUND and a little girl was 99% sure, the new mother rushes out and buys out EVERY BABY SHOP in the WHYONG, TUGGERAH and LAKE HAVEN district, she returns with all this ‘girlie' pink stuff, every body is happy, well little Zack will take some convincing, he wanted a baby brother. THEN, BUGGER! Well not really, the 2nd ultra sound indicates a sign of an appendage, Zack is pleased, David and Belinda are just happy that the baby is well, they have had IVF TIMES 3, THE NEW BABY IS A La Natural. The only problem, two really, exchange all the girl's clothes for a dangling endowed child and think of some suitable boy's names. The little girl was to be known; Lillee Shirley Farley, sweet what? Our appendage will be called KAI John Farley. That concludes my little narrative, well almost, there is a moral to all this; NEVER COUNT YOUR LILLEE'S TILL YOU SEE THE WILLIE, we say; SHIRLEY AIN'T NO GIRLIE, ISSABELLA IS A FELLA and KAI BUTTON UP THAT FLY.Later in life; YOU IN THE RIGHT JOHN, JOHN? IN ME WALLET, ZACK AND KAI. JOHN D. FARLEY© 2008. When I get out me wallet, swipe me credit card to check out all me riches. I see a tiny photograph... riches, bitches... it's the answer to all me wishes. The cheeky faces of two little boys gleam out at me, I guess the 6 packs will have to be on hold. I must relate a poignant note, you guessed it, it's about me grand kids, and now a Poppy story will unfold. Little Zack and little Kai, cheeky faces, are the images that meet my simple eye. It always takes me back a step, a step back to my kids, Shirley, (nee Clarkson), Farley, her and I. The things you Mums go through, just so a randy bloke can gloat. All the stuff we put you through, "birth is wonderful", I think some dickhead wrote. Hey, Farley, get a life, it's been going on for eons, like, give or take a couple. But this poems all about two little blokes, me ego, got a shit load of that, will have to be so subtle. Little Zack, he came along first, after many serious medical IVF experiment. Belinda, she is the Mommy, God bless you baby, but what the buggery rhymes with that. OH, I know, David and me experimented, do it natural, and now I'm very fat. ZACK'S POEM. Thank you Mummy Daddy, for giving me your genes. Would I have been the same kid, if they interfered with your spleens? Well now I am here, will you start me on my life? Help me have good health, pick up me toys, and save me from the life of strife. I have got a lot of stuff, stuff I want to offer, like smelly pants, occasional rants... think I may take up soccer. My Uncle Michael will be a gem, he follows Manly, he will be my friend, Australian just like him...is that a little ‘OCCAR. Mummy Daddy will you help through this life, and help me if I wander. Nine months in Mummies belly, help me have a good life, and I promise I wont squander. Now I got a little brother, he is just like me, another little hit. Zack and Kai all kids reign, keep trying Mums, like come on do your bit. What's that little Kai, a poem? Poppy wrote one just for you. That is why he loves us... BUT, what is that smell Kai.... Is that really cumin' from you.