My own grandpa

Now many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three,

I got married to a widder(*) who was pretty as can be;

This widder had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her and soon they, too, were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother ‘cause she was my father's wife.

To complicate this matter, even though 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,
Of the widder's grown-up daughter, who of course was my step-mother.

Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run.
Then he became my grandchild for he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue.
‘Cause although she is my wife, she's my grandmother too.

Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm 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 husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.

Widder=Widower in southern accent

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