Many, many years ago when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow, who was pretty as could be,
This widow had a grownup daughter, who had hair of red,
My father fell in love with her, and soon they too, were wed !

This made my Dad, my son-in-law and really changed my life,
For now my daughter was my mother, 'cause she was my father's wife,
And to complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy !

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad,
And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad,
For if he were my uncle, then that also made him brother,
Of the widow's grownup daughter, who of course was my stepmother !

Father's wife then had a son, who kept them on the run,
And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son,
My wife is now my mother's mother and it make me blue,
Because although she is my wife, she's my grandmother too !

Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild,
And everytime I think of it, it nearly drives me wild,
'Cause now I have become the strangest case you ever saw,
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own Grandpa !

Copyright © 1999, 2000 Brenda Schnurrer
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