Many many years ago when I was twenty three, I got married to 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-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 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!
Originally posted by zakkwylderOldie but Goodie!
Many many years ago when I was twenty three, I got married to 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-in-law And changed my very life. My daughter was my mother, For she was my father's wife.
To complicate the mat ...[text shortened]... me The strangest case you ever saw. As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!
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Originally posted by zakkwylder
Many many years ago when I was twenty three, I got married to 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-in-law And changed my very life. My daughter was my mother, For she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matte ...[text shortened]... me The strangest case you ever saw. As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!
"You're" is the contraction of "you are" and is often followed by the present participle (verb form ending in -ing).
"Your" is the second person possessive adjective, used to describe something as belonging to you. "Your" is nearly always followed by a noun.
Who puts a vid on youtube making fun of people for things they had little or no control over, when that vid-poster choose to be ignorant of basic English skills? The inbred, I suppose.
Basic English skills are no longer something to be taken for granted where English is spoken. It used to bother me whenever I saw mangled grammar, but I've reached the point where I have to ignore it to avoid spending my entire life criticising the written word. Now I expect it, unless the writer is over 50. Just relax and try to avoid noticing, unless you're a teacher of English, in which case there's no hope for you.
You can't expect a person to master BOTH written English and YouTube upload skills, as a general rule.
Originally posted by zakkwylderGood to see you back, zakk, it's been a while.
Many many years ago when I was twenty three, I got married to 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-in-law And changed my very life. My daughter was my mother, For she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matte ...[text shortened]... me The strangest case you ever saw. As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!
Originally posted by SuzianneThanks. I've actually been back playing for over a year. Waiting till I can afford another sub. Work has kept me busy so I've generally stayed away from the forums, but I've had some time on my hand last couple days.
Good to see you back, zakk, it's been a while.
As to the song, I had no idea that was by Ray Stevens. I got it in an email and decided to share. As for Ray, I'm still more partial to The Bricklayer's Song.