I found this in an old notebook earlier this morning, and I thought I would share.

-Ten Line Ode to Jory-
9.8.00

Brrinng. Brrinng.
"Hello?"
"Halloo, my Latin loover."
"E-excuse me?!"
Pause.
"This isn't Chelsey, is it?"
"I think you have the wrong number."
Pause.
"Terribly sorry."
Click.

Jory, Jory, Jory. As Steve has said, I think God enjoys laughing at how you've turned out.