Goldielocks ate porridge--
orange-flavored and moldy but
lovely to taste.
O, Goldilocks!
O, Cynthia!
Kudos to you for these first sixty-five years--
I mean, thirty-nine years--thirty-
nine of the best years of the fourth-born Raffel Auntie.
The Amazing Raffel Aunties!
How truly wonderful, those sisters,
even poor Aunt Esther, who we never talk about,
bound in chains in the
attic.
But hey,
you have a birthday!
Cynthia, O Cynthia,
regal and fair and fay and wise.
I'll bet you can solve this riddle of LETTERS
but you'll have to FIRST use your EYES!
