A/N: Stupid poems I wrote when I couldn't sleep. Obviously, written by Jesse as an 'Ode to Suze', even though he would never call her Suze.
Takes Place: Somewhere between the end of book 4 and middle of book 6.
Oh wonderful Susannah,
How I admire you.
With your honesty and grace,
I know you are far more than just a pretty face.
Your sense of self-security
Never ceases to amaze me.
You are talented and beautiful,
Smart and truthful.
You aim to succeed,
And succeed you do.
To you, quierda, I propos a toast.
If only you could love a ghost.
A/N: You know the drill! Review… or I'll send my (fast, albeit fast and lazy) orange cat to attack you. Okay, so he'll likely end up wanting you to rub his belly, but oh well, I can try.
