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