Best Lifebirthday Poems
Happy Birthday your getting old
Never mind we will wear a blindfold
forty six aint that sore
I should know been there before
just failing sight and creeky legs
and we usually get left with the dregs
But hey just wait another few year
Male menopause to look forward to
mid life crisis will arrive
Flashy cars for you to drive
skin tight jeans you will wear
I'll tell heather to prepare
So today your birthday dont be glum
Sit and smile for what's to come
cause forty six aint that bad
Just think of it as a wee launchpad.
By Kate Mcnaughton For her wee brother James. x
I vividly recall those days
When childhood ruled my world
Going over to friend’s houses
Climbing on trees; hidden in leaves
Sneaking ripe guavas in our pockets
And then running away; laughing
As the old man comes with a stick
I still smile at sweet remembrance
Of birthday parties and games
Throwing pieces of cakes at birthday child
Before being turned out by the angry mother
I remember the sleep-over nights
Bringing in teddies stealthily
And then calling home late at night
Asking for a forgotten toothbrush
When it was time for bed; and lights off
Each child quivered with fear
Feeling for each other hands
I love to sit back and remember the days
When running after mischievous doings
We used to wonder why grown-ups
Still think we are innocent
Happy birthday to me
I'm fourteen years to see
Each year flying by
All the memories... sigh
Today's my day, tonight my night
And I will be the brightest light
I'll wish on that candle hard
And stash the money from that birthday card!!!!
"Birthday Suit Biography 2"
It is time to work my birthday suit,
expose all my hidden muscles.
Appeal to my cocky confidence, I'm
dedicated in my pursuit.
I'm taking the healthy route,
because life is too important.
health problems run in my family,
it is time to work on my birthday suit.
Heart disease, embedded in my roots,
only I can make the change.
Low weight, cutting my epidermis, I'm
dedicated in my pursuit.
It is time to work on my birthday suit,
push hard, eat healthy, and stay
dedicated in my pursuit.
Jared Pickett
11/30/09
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I counted all the candles,
Upon my birthday cake;
Surely I don’t need all of them,
There must be some mistake!
They’re melting all the icing,
I cannot blow them out;
For someone with so many candles,
You’d think I’d have more clout!
Let me try to count them one more time,
I’ll group them in clusters of ten;
I burnt my fingers on the wax,
Trying to rearrange all of them.
There’s ten and twenty and thirty of them,
My God how did this happen to me!?
There still are two more clusters left,
And then a group of three.
Who’s idea was it to stick burning candles
On birthday cakes in the first place?
Certainly not someone of my age;
They singed the hair off of my face!
Do you still get your birthday wish
If to blow them out it takes six tries?
I cannot see if my wish came true,
The smoke is in my eyes!
Well, I looked into the mirror
And still look all of 53!
So the answer to the question above,
Is no longer a mystery.