A Poe Wham (I'm running out of good titles)

Alright I'm back a school and back in the swing of things here. So I was hanging out with pat Grady and my friend Sam. It was decided that I needed to also write Sam some kind of enthusiastic ballad or tribute of sorts. Ok here it is for all to read. It is mostly riddled with inside jokes involving Pat and I using large words and having an extensive vocabulary that Sam doesn't really understand. Sam knows not what the word etymology means to I put that into the free verse also. So in short pretty much only Pat and myself will truly enjoy this post. By the way if you want your very being to be immortalized into epic poetry leave a comment to let me know and I will see what i can come up with. Enjoy!

Who is she?
A girl whose names very etymology
Speaks to her listening ability.
Some hath called her marigold
Whose eyes at jokes of ours hath rolled
Only still to silently scold
our colossal lexicon.
Her character speaks of mystery, A
Girl formally dressed in wisteria.
What adventures she is dragged upon.
From the twinkle of her nose
To her golden goose fluffed yellow clothes.
From uptown to downtown she goes.
For every unrivaled trait,
There is no mantra
That could ever encapsulate
The beatitude that is Samantha.