Ode on a Texan

There once was a girl named Jenn,
Who wrote Post-its to herself with a pen.
One day she came to Vancouver from Texas,
Driving up in a Mary-blessed Honda, not Lexus.
With her she brought belt buckles and cowboy boots,
Adopting a fleece wardrobe but not forgettting her roots.
She took baths and drank Wild Turkey,
Ate cranberry sauce and made many a cookie.
But alas, to Houston she must now return.
She will be missed; for her company I will yearn.