To my favorite grandparents!

We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa.  They used to
live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to
Florida.  Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look
like grass. They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because
they don't know who they are anymore.

They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed
because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they  don't do them
very well.
There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats
on.

At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it. He
watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out, and go
cruising in their golf carts. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out.  And,
they eat the same thing every night --- early birds.  Some of the people
can't get out past the man in the doll house.  The ones who do get out,
bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.

My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and
says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too.  When I earn my
retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house.  Then I will let people
out,
so they can visit their grandchildren.