Funny Birthday Poems
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Funny Birthday Poems - An Example
Gosh, oh golly, Charlie King,
Wildest man alive.
He’s our Dad, a classic,
Now he’s seventy-five!
The reason Dad’s so wild
Is that his antics never fade.
Like his clown get-up and pink bicycle
In the Fourth of July parade.
‘Course he’s known at the local car wash
For a different tempo and range.
While others get their car washed,
Dad scours the floor for change.
He’s tall, a six-foot wonder,
And handsome as they say.
Forever young, this is true,
His hair is just now turning gray.
And slim he’s not, his belly
Is known from far to wide.
A gut so huge his fly stays down,
The zipper is known to slide.
He’s a gossip, too, a busybody,
Who knows everybody’s business so well.
“Guess who lost their job?” he’ll ask.
Then he’ll tease and say “I can’t tell.”
And who needs books with Dad around?
No point in going to college.
We learn everything we need to know
From Dad at the Tree of Knowledge.
He loves his fun, that’s for sure,
His sense of humor does rate.
Watch him Sunday at the church,
Feeding candy to the collection plate.
He’s always got a joke,
Or a wisecrack, a remark.
And he’s cheap as sin, our old man,
Saves nickels for a lark.
Crazy about his dogs,
Always was that way.
Riding them around in his truck
Or feeding them cornbread and chicken all day.
And just to offer proof
That Charlie, with dogs, is best,
Watch them all in the hammock
Where they climb and get some rest.
Growin’ up in Moorseville
Dad got the softball bug.
He fast pitched – for the local team,
Playin’ for Stanley Drug.
Now, and more than ever,
I guess boys will just be boys.
he still goes out to play
With his best old friend, dear Royce.
He loves his fish, his hammock,
Old movies – westerns and war,
He loves to get a bargain
But he loves things FREE even more.
Amazing is that Dad’s Mom,
Carrie Bell, truth be told,
This grand old gal, our grandma,
She’s 97 years old.
So Dad, on your birthday,
The laughs, as ever, are rife.
This poem comes with lots of love
And wishes for a long happy life.
You’re a great guy, Charlie King,
We’re proud that you’re our Pop.
In fact, I’d say with all my heart,
May the laughter never stop.
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