Many, many years ago.

Many, many years ago
When I was twenty-three
I got married to a widow
Pretty as could be.

This widow had a grow-up daughter
With flowing 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.
Now 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's 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!

How wonderful.
This made me laugh
thought it mike cheer you up a bit too.

Oh Silent Forces of my bedroom walls
Speak to me!
And help me make this difficult decision.
I'm thinking of selling
my collection of Porcelain Dolls
to make room on my shelves
for my books
and picture frames
with memories.

I don't know what to do
I love these dolls
They've made my childhood
so happy and serene
I had no friends
so I had to confide
in collectible dolls
for comfort.

Ah well.
It's getting pretty late for me
and I am very tired.
I shall blog again another day,
When surely I'll be wired.


Ciao.