And lastly, a sonnet:

I shall tell you of Lady Samantha,
though you will not believe what you will hear;
such beauty possessed Lady Samantha;
that it is hard to comprehend by ear.
Her breeding was fine her manner divine;
no one would dare rival such elegance;
such high praise is most worthy of a shrine;
hail Samantha, goddess of eloquence.
Of wit and grace and such exquisite taste;
Lady Samantha always knows what's best;
to not seek her council would be a waste;
a woman of virtue, she was most chaste.
Lady Samantha, we, unanimous;
say doubtless, you are too magnanimous.

And a limerick:
Samantha was a lady quite fair,
smooth pale skin and dark raven hair.
She would sing and would dance,
and put you in a trance,
Then that Gypsy would rob you quite bare.

And now a haiku:

Dearest Samantha,
even though you ruined tea,
we are still best friends.

Oh... by the way.... Happy Birthday!

21!!!!!!! Not like it means anything.

Samantha upon coming here to leave you birthday poems, the likes of which you have yet to experience (because they're bad), I noticed you still have a birthday journal honoring me up! From two years ago! Remedy that.

Hi Smorrs,Do You Do Art For People? Because I was wodnerign if you would do me something.But you barely know me so I doubt it.Well,Give It a thought. Thanks. Andy~

L is for the way you look at me...

thanks for the birthday wishes! sorry i can't make it up there

happy birthday!