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

Das ist dann also mein Weblog.
Mal sehen, was daraus wird. Und wozu es gut sein mag.
Da ich gerne schon mal den ein oder anderen Unfug erzähle, beglücke ich jene, die aus irgendwelchen Gründen auf dieser Seite gelandet sind, mit Rätseln der Welt , zynischen Betrachtungen der Gesellschaft (s. Titel der Seite) und was mir sonst noch so im Laufe der Zeit einfällt.
Vielleicht auch ein paar Bilder oder sowas.
Naja, mal gucken. Viel Spaß jedenfalls auf dieser sich im Aufbau befindlichen Seite :-)