Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh, to turn 21, it's a special day,
Filled with fun times in every way.
No more hassle at the club for ID,
Now I can drink and dance so carefree.
Birthdays before were just a tease,
But now the world is my oyster, oh please!
So cheers to 21, I'm ready to thrive,
Living the good life, feeling alive!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On your 20th birthday, you made a bold decision,
To buy a weight machine for muscle provision.
You thought you'd impress the girls with your new physique.
But alas, you're only just as weak.
Now you're 21 and promised it would be a daily routine,
But gosh, it just sits there, like a dead TV screen.
Oh, how naïve you were to think you'd get muscles so quick,
Now it's just a reminder of your failed fitness kick!
We also offer 21st Birthday Poems for a more serious birthday message.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On your 21st birthday, the truth hits you hard,
No longer dressing to impress, you're now on guard.
Comfort over style, that's the new decree,
For the weight you've gained, no one should see.
Gone are the days of tight pants and crop tops,
Now it's all about stretchy waistbands and sneaky props.
But hey, who needs abs when you've got cake on your plate?
Here's to comfort over style when you walk thru the gate.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On your 21st birthday, oh what a sight,
To bed at eleven, oh what a plight!
Gone are the days of staying out late,
Now you cherish your sleep, don't tempt fate.
No more all-nighters, no more wild flings,
Just cozy pajamas and dreaming great things.
But hey, getting older has its perks, you hear,
Like restful slumber to launch a new year.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On the day of your 21st birthday, you rode on dreams so rare,
An architect, a pilot or perhaps a billionaire.
Lofty goals within your slumber's unbelievable scheme,
And with briefcases brimming with ice cream.
You conquer worlds before morning light,
A Nobel laureate in your dreams is so bright.
Awake, far from Wall Street's whirl and twirl,
But ignite your dreams and save the world.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
A rite of passage at twenty-one,
No more diapers, all that’s done.
Swapped those Huggies for a key,
Said goodbye to ABC.
Hello, Dodge Viper, shiny and black,
Riding in style, there’s no going back.
21 candles and horsepower high,
Just try to catch you as you fly by!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh, on the day you turn twenty-one,
Your clunky old ride's had its fun.
It hiccups and rattles,
In battles with cattle,
And speeds like a slug on the run.
Time for new wheels as you age,
A sleek, shiny beast out of the cage.
The yearnings of the past,
You're an adult at last;
In life’s fast lane, now engage!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At twenty-one, you wished to be a princess of lore,
In tiaras and silks, on marble floors.
But heed my words, darling, make no unrest,
The castle life is not always the best.
Risking poison apples and spinning wheel spindles,
Chased by dragons or caught in familial swindles.
So raise your glass high at this birthday bash,
Unprincessed twenties are really a smash!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Turned twenty-one, oh what a rite,
Dreamt of becoming a noble knight.
Wished for armor, sword and steed,
Alas, reality sows a different seed.
Crowned with beers and giddy cheer,
A college knight, no dragons here.
Though dreams may sway in youthful flight,
Happy 21st, sweet wishful knight!
