I'M MY OWN GRANDPA Many many years ago, when I was tweny-three, I was married to a widow as pretty as can be, 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, for my daughter was my mother, and she was my father's wife. To complicate the mater, even though it brought me joy, I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy. My little baby thus became a brother-in-law to dad, and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad, For if he was my uncle that that also made him my brother To the widow's grown-up dauaghter, who of course was my step-mother Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run. And he became my grandchhild for he was my daughter's son. My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue, Because although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too. Oh, if my wife's my grandmother then I am am her grandchild. And every time I think of it it nearly 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.