I remember this from a long, long time ago and although I never forgot it, just couldn’t recall all the details. Then I recently stumbled upon it again. It’s very clever.
Andy
Many, many years ago when I was thirty-three,
I married a lovely widow, who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a daughter who had hair of flaming 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 father’s wife.
To complicate things further, 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 widow’s grown-up daughter who of course, was my stepmother.
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 really makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife, she is my grandma too.
And if my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild.
’Cause every time I think of it, it simply drives me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever really saw.
As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.
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