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I am my own Grandpa

Discussion in 'The Powder Keg' started by Oxford, Jun 10, 2002.

  1. Oxford

    Oxford G&G Evangelist

    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 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. 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, then 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 blue.

    Because, although she is my wife, she is my grandma too. If my wife is my grandmother,
    then I am her grandchild. And every time I think of it, it simply 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.
    :nod:
     
  2. HAVE WANTED THE WORDS TO THIS SONG FOR YEARS.
    THANKX DANA
     

  3. NRAJOE

    NRAJOE YOU TALKIN' TO ME!? Forum Contributor

    Sounds like them thar Appallachian Mountains..yee haw
     
  4. HOW ABOUT THE WORDS TO THE CAT CAME BACK? ALL I CAN REMEMBER IS THE OLD TOM CAT CAUGHT HIS TAIL IN THE SEWING MACHINE AND WHEN HE JUMPED THE DITCH HE RIPED A STICH HE IS MOVING ON.
    DANA