The tale of a retarded dog… and, the retarded dog’s owner.

I have a dog-named Ginger
She’s only 2 years old
Sometimes she bites my finger
Sometimes she bites my toes
I cannot take her for a walk

Because other dogs might get her
They’re jealous of her little bark
They’re jealous of her sweater

Bottom line, Ginger’s one of a kind
You’ll never find a dog like mine.

By: Ryan Kishun.

NOTICE: This poem was written by one of my classmate at NYU’s Upward Bound Program for annual yearbook back in summer 2002.