On this bright morning, Joyce turns ninety-one, Queen of the Scrabble, her reign's just begun. With Linda, Lucia, and Paula in tow, She's the master of words, that much they all know. Her wit is as sharp as a triple word score, Her laughter, a melody you can't ignore. She's beautiful, loving, and oh, so astute, In life's grand crossword, she's never been mute. As they battle on tiles, one thing is clear, Joyce is the wordsmith, the one we all cheer. With "Z" on a double, she wins the day, "Zany" and "Zenith"—she's always in play. So here's to dear Joyce on her special year, May your Scrabble tiles sing and never veer. Happy Birthday, Joyce, may your words always gleam, In life's great game, you're forever our queen!