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A Birthday Funny Poem for the Forties

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Just when you thought there was nothing new that could possibly be said about birthdays, Kathleen pulls a white rabbit out of a hat and stirs up some new brews. This room at the pub is dedicated to those in their forties, which if the ice caps don't melt, rods remain securely within their reactors, and all the heads of state eschew politics in favor of statesmanship, is generally regarded as about halfway there.

All this assumes, of course, that you are not yourself a "poor piece of protoplasm" which is a highly technical medical term for a physical condition whose mental equivalent describes difficulties which are supratentorial in origin. Please don't fret or you will acquire a high serum porcelain level, which does you no good for you might shatter. But I digress.

Shall we join the frivolity? Isaac the Autodidact is having a birthday but will not say which one. Like many patrons, the charm of this annual ordeal has lost its luster, and he would fain sweep it under the rug. But good friends wish to celebrate your life, for you are unique and will never come this way again.

Bear with them, blow out the candles like a good sport, and look around at your children, your spouse, and your community and enjoy the blessing that you are to the world (no doubt, as we all are, a mixed one.)

Funny Birthday Poems

Forty-one The day that you turn forty-one
You may feel that you've been hit-and-run
If you need perspective
Just take this directive
Your journey's just barely begun.

Forty-two Your birthday's here, what, forty-two?
Your loved ones ( or good friends) would like to tell you
That you're holding up well
So kindly don't dwell
On the past when your future's not through.

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Forty-three: a Birthday Funny Poem Forty-three is a number with tricks
If you double it, you've eighty-six,
Which is clearly the action
To take in reaction
To feeling old. Posh! Fiddlesticks!

Forty-four The day that you turn forty-four
Sign up at the gym, you've a chore
To work on your health
For that's your true wealth
And enjoy all the good things in store.

Happy Birthday! So you're forty-five?
That's nothing, I've been there, and I've
Got a wish here for you
Be a child again, who
Feels the wonder of being alive.

Forty-six Are those candles just little pinpricks
All them shouting that you're forty-six?
Hear me clear, mezzo forte,
The decade of forty
Improves you! Those years are upticks.

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Forty-seven Forty-seven is good luck, don't stew.
To explain why, I'll give you a clue
When you add four and seven
You come to eleven
There's two lucky numbers for you.

Forty-eight Forty-eight, take a break, turn around
See the structures you've built that have crowned
A richly lived life
So smile, take this knife,
Cut the cake, and we'll pass it around.

Forty-nine: Last Birthday Funny Poem of the Decade Forty-nine? You've a year to re-tool
Reinvent yourself! There's lots to do
This year it's your project
To make you the object
Of care and not just a pack-mule.

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