Funny 25th Birthday Poems

1. In A Race - You'd Be Last
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Your 25th birthday, it arrived with a blast,
   Appeared so suddenly from the ghostly past.
   Not a single daring feat to claim or cast,
   Nothing mischievous that could leave one aghast.
   
   You've been pretty good, in your self-boring cast,
   Never caused a stir, nor raised a mast.
   If life is a race, you'd surely come last,
   Quarter-century old, living slow and steadfast!




2. Doing It Anyway
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Here you are, mid-twenties, quite the feat,
   Technically an adult, but never admit defeat.
   Now you know better, or so they say,
   Yet still young enough to do it anyway.
   
   Low on wisdom, high on jive,
   Alive and kicking at twenty-five.
   Wisdom growing as candles glow,
   Start living it up instead of going slow.



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3. Party Or Pajamas
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   At twenty-five, oh what a ride,
   Between adulting and Netflix tide.
   Party or pajama? Hard to decide,
   Under the duvet, just might hide.
   
   Out with the crowd or comedy spree?
   Loud music or quiet glee.
   Oh dear, this birthday uncertainty,
   Cheers to your quarter life hilarity!




4. Not Quite Wise
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   On my 25th trip around the sun, you stand,
   Too old for trends yet too young to understand.
   Once at clubs, now Netflix movies in your hand,
   Views shifted like an hourglass's sand.
   
   It's neither here nor there, you're in between,
   Drinking kale smoothies, bidding fries goodbye unseen.
   Not quite wise, not hipster-cool or teen,
   You're in your twenties twilight; you might just scream!




5. Alone With A Cupcake
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   On your 25th year, you sit and reflect,
   Your funny childhood friends gone, no party to expect.
   Alone with a cupcake and a single balloon,
   Feeling like an astronaut abandoned on the moon.
   
   Now surrounded by suits and ties,
   A world of spreadsheets and business-like goodbyes.
   With a sigh you don your grown-up attire,
   Oh to trade your briefcase for a backyard empire!







6. Your Taxes Not Done
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   A quarter-century, still can't find your way around an income tax test,
   Twenty-five candles you blow out with pride -- if only H&R Block were at your side.
   They said by now you’d understand the clamour,
   Instead, TurboTax fills you with anger.
   
   Independent adulting ought to be fun,
   But come April's end - oh dear, you are done!
   Here’s to you at 25, earnest and sly,
   Cursed by tax forms but you're unable to comply.




7. Less Hair To Trim
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Your 25th year, a milestone grand,
   A silver age, oh, isn't it just grand?
   Then morning came; a sight left you aghast,
   Your noble hairline, retreating so fast.
   
   Yet fear not for you shan't wear a frown,
   Even if your hair is starting to let you down.
   Yes, youth may be fleeting and skin may grow thin,
   But at least now you've got less hair to trim!