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Saturday 4 February 2012
An Old Classic
As this weekend is an especially busy one for myself, with rare social engagements taking precedence over even this blog (!), I shall reproduce a classic old genealogical poem for the benefit of those who may not have seen it before. The identity of the individual responsible for this clever little ode seems to have been lost in the mists of time - but it does actually make sense if you think very carefully about it. Brilliant!
Many years ago when I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow who was as 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 pair 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 stepmother.
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 very 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 -
For as the husband of my grandmother, I am my own Grandpa!
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