What's in a Name?

There was a woman didn't live in a shoe,
but a council apartment,
she might just live near you.

Her children were named in the hope that one day
celebrity riches would be coming their way.
So she chose their names so they'd stand out,
didn't know what they meant and at meal times she'd shout :

"Food's ready Sestina, Salmonella, Vagina,
Colonic, Ebola, hurry up Spirulina!
Get it while it's hot Gonnorrhea you too Escherischa,
Candida, Chlamydia and you Analfissure."

Once at the table she gazed at her brood,
the future of TV, all gobbling their food.

I have certain unbreakable rules in my poetic moral code.
I will only write a poem if I have something to say with it.
I will not write a poem about poetry, or how I feel about poetry.
I am not a good enough poet to write a poem to *say* something in Sestina form.
So today's Poem a Day prompt 28 put me in a bit of a dilemma.
It wanted either a Sestina or a poem about a sestina.

I was saved by remembering a William Brown story by Richmal Crompton - where William was told by his father that if he managed to achieve some challenge his father would "eat my hat" - and then William did achieve the task.
William saved his father's honour by suggesting they name a gob-stopper( kind of old fashioned British candy) 'My hat' and then his Dad could eat one of those, and his word would remain unbroken.

My submission today is my version of that solution - a poem about a Sestina.