When I was twenty-three,
I got married to a widow,
Pretty as could be.
The widow had a grown-up daughter,
With flowing hair of red,
My father fell in lover with her,
And soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law,
And changed my very life.
Now my daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
Although it brought me to 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 was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother,
to the widow's grown-up daghter,
Who, of course was my step-mother.
Father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother,
And it makes me blue.
Beacuse, although she's my wife,
She's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.
For now I have become,
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!
AUTHOR UNKNOWN