The Case of The Mysterious Cup Cakes

poem
Came back from a nice walk,
	something hanging on the door.

A cake box in a paper bag,
	cute cup cakes rolling around inside.

Who was this from?
No name, no note, no clue!
	
From 2nd aunt? 4th aunt? Youngest aunt?
From cousin Grace or cousin Chin?

Fingers dialing numbers,
	no, was what they answered.
	
One added,
	don't all of you try it,
	one of you have to stay alive.

The case of the mysterious cup cakes,
	would a neighbor be missing them?
	
					-- written on 6/24/2008 --