Ode to Smellanee....

Happy birthday sister dear,
you have saved my butt from year to year.

Always helpful, always kind,
always showing a beautiful mind.

Even when I throw up dreaming of carrots,
You made me laugh with jokes of parrots.

You are as smart as you are pretty,
and you don't like to eat the meaty.

I hope your birthday was the funnest day,
even at your birthday breakfast you sneakily pay.

I love you so, and will give you soda's for a hug,
and I know you love it even though you act smug.

This poem is not close to your writing skills,
even if I took a million smarty pills.

But you will smile and say that "its great!"
even if it's a dollar short and a day late.