Note: Written about a famous (or infamous *g*) friend of mine from Dragonmount (www.dragonmount.com) who played a Green Sister (as do I). Her name was Ryell Jagad and she wowed us all! I believe this poem was written for a contest at DM where you had to write a poem for New Year's Eve. It was way back in 2000 so I can't be sure.
Ode To Ryell
By the side of the road
In the gutter there she goes
In a flash of green cloth
With her favourite brown broth
You know she's a Sister
A Green Ajah Sister
Twitching in her drunken throes
For this is New Year's Eve
She's drinkin' it up
On the other side of town
By a male stripper's bar
With her friends like Mierin Sa'hr
On a sultry Tar Valon eve
Then a Warder named Steve
Comes and tries to help her breathe
And dumps her in a bath for the night
To try and clear her mind
But it's New Year's Eve
And she won't be put to sleep
Soon enough she's on the streets
With her favourite kind of drink
And some fresh Warder meat
On a breezy Tar Valon eve