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Sent in By Maureen Materi,
Canada
Author Anon.
A GENEALOGIST'S NIGHTMARE
Many many years ago, when I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty
as could be,
This widow had a daughter who had lovely 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 father's 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, that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter who, of course, was my step-mother.
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 makes me oh so blue
Because, although she is my wife, she is my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother, that
makes me her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, it simply
drives me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you saw.
As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!!
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