Confusing
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 hair of red
So my father fell in love with her, and soon the two were wed
This made my Dad my Son-in-Law and changed my life
My daughter was my Mother, for she was my Father’s wife.
To complicate matters worse, although it brought me joy,
I soon became the Father of a lovely bouncing boy.
My little baby became a Brother-in-Law to Dad,
And so became my Uncle although it made me sad.
For if he was my Uncle, then that made him a brother
To the widow’s grown up Daughter, who 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 blue
Because although she is my wife, she is my Grandma too.
If my wife is my Grandmother, then I’m her Grandchild,
And every time I think of that, it simply drives me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw
As the husband of my Grandma, I am my own Grandpa.
