This widow had
a
grown-up daughter, who had hair of
red.
My father
fell
in love with her, and soon the two were
wed.
This
made
my dad my son-in-law, and changed my
very life.
My
daughter was my mother, for she was my
fathers
wife.
To
complicate the matters worse, although
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 was my uncle, then that also made him brother to the widows grown-up daughter who, of course, was my step-mother.
Fathers wife then had
a son, who
kept
them on the run.
And he became my
grandson, for
he was
my daughters son.
My wife is now my
mothers mother
and
it makes me blue.
Because, although
she is my
wife,
shes 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!!
