Naomi McFadyen
New Member
(well, it's not mine obviously... that's just the name of the poem ;-) )
Could it get any complex than this?!
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Many, many years ago when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow, was as pretty as could be.
The widow had a grown up daughter who had hair of red,
My father fell in love with her and so the two were wed!
This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life,
You see my daughter became my mother
Because she was my father's wife,
And so to complicate the matter though it only brought me joy,
I soon became a father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became brother-in-law to dad,
And so became my uncle now it mad me very sad,
Because if he was my uncle then he also was the brother
Og the widow's grown up daughter who of course was my step mother.
Father's wife then had a child who kept them on the run,
My brother became my grandchild because he was my father's son.
Now my wife's my mothers mother and it makes me blue,
'Cos even though she is my wife, she is my grandma too.
Now if my wife is my grandma then I am her grandchild,
Every time I think what's next it really drives me wild!
Because now I have become the strangest case you ever saw,
As the husband of my own grandma I am my own grandpa!!!
Could it get any complex than this?!
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Many, many years ago when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow, was as pretty as could be.
The widow had a grown up daughter who had hair of red,
My father fell in love with her and so the two were wed!
This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life,
You see my daughter became my mother
Because she was my father's wife,
And so to complicate the matter though it only brought me joy,
I soon became a father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became brother-in-law to dad,
And so became my uncle now it mad me very sad,
Because if he was my uncle then he also was the brother
Og the widow's grown up daughter who of course was my step mother.
Father's wife then had a child who kept them on the run,
My brother became my grandchild because he was my father's son.
Now my wife's my mothers mother and it makes me blue,
'Cos even though she is my wife, she is my grandma too.
Now if my wife is my grandma then I am her grandchild,
Every time I think what's next it really drives me wild!
Because now I have become the strangest case you ever saw,
As the husband of my own grandma I am my own grandpa!!!
