Many many years ago when I was twenty three,
I got married to a woman who was pretty as could be.
This woman 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 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 my brother
To the woman'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 grandmother 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.

Now Grandma is fond of old things and she was going to throw in a pair of old shoes for you to wear. Then she thought better of it. Here's a poem instead.

GRANDMA'S SHOES

When I was very little All the Grandmas that I knew
Were wearing the same kind
Of ugly grandma shoes..

You know the kind I mean..
Clunky heeled, black, lace-up kind,
They just looked so very awful
That it weighed upon my mind,

For I knew, when I grew old .
I'd have to wear those shoes,
I'd think of that, from time to time
I never was a rebel,
I wore saddle shoes to school,
And next came ballerinas
Then the sandals, pretty cool.

And then came spikes with pointed toes
Then platforms, very tall,
As each new fashion came along
I wore them, one and all.

But always, in the distance,
Looming in my future, there,
Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,
The kind that Grandmas wear.

I eventually got married
And then I became a Mom
Our kids grew up and left,
And when their children came along,

I knew I was a Grandma
And the time was drawing near
When those clunky, black, old lace up shoes
Was what I'd have to wear.

How would I do my gardening
Or take my morning hike?
I couldn't even think about
How I would ride my bike!

But fashions kept evolving
That the shape of things to come
Was changing, right before my eyes.

And now, when I go shopping
What I see, fills me with glee
For, in my jeans and Reeboks
I'm as comfy as can be.

And I look at all these teenage girls
And there, upon their feet
Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,
And I really think that's neat!

We have had this pesky hippo jumping in and out of the package. Seems he cant' make up his mind to stay in Grandma's and Grandpa's memories or return to his originator. Please click on the stars. We think it's important.

Now those jungle creatures keep coming back in our thoughts. We found them someplace out there in fantasyland. Looks like their having a birthday party for Janna since Grandma and Grandpa can't be there.

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