It was many many years ago when I was twenty-three, <br />I was married to a widow, she's as pretty as can be. <br />This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red, <br />my father fell in lover with her, and soon these two were wed. <br /> <br />I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa. <br />It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh <br />I'm my own grandpa. <br /> <br />This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life: <br />My daughter was my mother 'cause she was my father's wife. <br />And then to complicate the matter, though it brought me joy, <br />I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy. <br /> <br />This bouncing baby then became a brother-in-law to dad, <br />and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad, <br />for if he was my uncle then he also was the brother <br />of the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my step-mother. <br /> <br />I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa. <br />It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh <br />I'm my own grandpa. <br /> <br />Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run. <br />And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son. <br />My wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue, <br />because although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too. <br /> <br />Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild. <br />And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild. <br />For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw. <br />Husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa. <br /> <br />I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa. <br />It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh <br />I'm my own grandpa.<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-my-own-grandpa/
