Rest assured that, unlike our namesakes, we generally face the same direction in the aeroplane and that, unless Dirk is flying, the plane does not buck.
Double TroubleThe old Bush Nursing sister beamed broadly
At the pram with the two boys inside -
Though the clinic was bursting with infants
The identical twins were here pride
In her years spent with Mothers and Babies
Such a likeness she never had seen,
Every feature was mirrored exactly
Like a trick double double take on the screen
As the studied them, one then the other,
She said, "They're a pair Mrs Meinecke,
How on earth do tell one from the other?
They're alikes as two peas in a pod."
The reply brought a hush to the clinic
As it echoed itself round the walls,
When the mum, sort of matter-of-factly
Said, "I tells 'em apart by their balls."
Stunned, the sister stood still without breathing
With her stethoscope froze in mid air.
This was stuff never taught her at Med School
And she slumped in a heap in a chair.
Other mums stalled in mid conversation
Contemplating the novel technique
Of this means of identification
By that part of the baby's physique.
But the mum never batted and eyelid
Saying, "Yes, since the day they woz born,
Without Fail Dirk bawls daylight till night time,
While young Jens bawls from sundown to dawn."