I would like a very funny poem to read to my mother at her 80th birthday party.
By Bonter from Ontario, Canada
Could you maybe prepare a poem in a roast fashion? Write down different family members and their quirks or happenings over the years that were funny and then work it around until it rhymes. Use a word processing software to list then you can work on the organization. I did google this for you and did not really find any funny poems they were all mushy mushy love stuff. (07/16/2009)
One thing we did for my grandmother's 85th birthday was to make a scrapbook. We got the book and had each person in the family contribute things for the book that we'd later give to grandma. Some of the kids painted or colored pictures, different ones submitted photos. We added things like ribbon border, charms and other things grandma would like. She really enjoyed getting the book. She said, it was the best gift she'd ever received. I'm a writer, so I included a personal poem I wrote for her. You could do the lettering in calligraphy, if you want to get real fancy, or you could use one of those silver or gold, ballpoint pens. Grandma also loved collecting recipes, so we included some of our favorites. She also loved flowers, and gardening, so we picked some flowers out of different places and dried them, then included them in the scrapbook, as well. The possibilities are endless. (07/18/2009)
This is the poem that the Red Hat Society is based on. I'm not a member, but I have a glorious red hat that was given to me on my 50th birthday and I wear it often and proudly because it's fun. So, you could find her a lovely, or ugly, red hat and some purple socks and celebrate the freedom that can come with age.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
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