When i was 23, I married 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-in0law and changed my very life. My daughter was my mother, for she was my father's wife. 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 grouwn-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 blue. BEcause, although she is my wife, she's my grandma too.
2006-09-17
03:53:09
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LOL. its not a question, but its pretty cool. I got it from some papers i was reading a few days ago, thought i will just share it
2006-09-17
03:58:24 ·
update #1