Ode To Tchaikovsky

Oh not just any Tchaikovsky but my very good and lovely friend Jennifer Ynchausti!

Jennifer, with your hair so brown, why when boys around doest thou frown?

Thy smile is beautiful as a dames, one that should be considered for fame.

But you are a dame, and nice one at that, so please don't grow up to have millions of cats.

I feel this ode is more of a poem, one that deserves to be said on the phone,

The rhymes are lame, and doomed to fail,

but don't let us forget our friend Jenn who's in jail.

So please let us raise our glasses in praise, to our friend Jenn who deserves a raise!