Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At ninety years old, a milestone so grand,
With wisdom and wit at your command.
From sliced bread to smartphones, you've seen it all,
Yet setting the digital clock still makes you stall.
Your life's a comedy, a hilarious ride,
With decades of stories tucked inside.
So here's to you, on this funny birthday day,
May laughter and joy come your way!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh, the joy of turning ninety, a milestone quite divine,
Where childhood toys are antiques, but in our hearts still shine.
Back in my day they were the best, no gadgets could compare,
With stories that start with Back in my day, we love to share.
Wild nights mean staying up late, past eight is quite a feat,
At ninety years young, life's still sweet.
So here's to laughter, joy and fun,
At ninety years old, we've only just begun!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Here's to a 90th birthday bash,
For the one who can't remember in a flash.
Most likely to forget where they put their glasses,
But still, their humor always surpasses.
Once a class clown causing lots of commotion,
Now a senior citizen with endless devotion.
With each joke and giggle, they bring the room to life,
Class clown turned senior citizen, forever in our hearts so rife.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At ninety years old, you're full of spunk and glee,
You dance like nobody's watching, so carefree.
Past bedtime you stay up, defying the norm,
Your youthful spirit shines bright and warm.
With energy that rivals those half your age,
At this 90th birthday stage.
You show us all how to live life with a zest,
Forever young at heart, you are truly blessed.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At ninety years old, you're quite a sight,
With laughter lines and eyes so bright,
Is the secret to your lengthy stay,
Eating pickles every single day?
No screens or apps, just old-time fun,
Your veggie garden in the sun.
So here's to you and endless mirth,
Long live your quirks and priceless worth!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At ninety years young, a party grand,
But the birthday person just can't understand,
The phones that ding with every blink,
They long for carrier pigeons to deliver ink.
Their grandkids text and FaceTime with glee,
While they're still trying to work the TV,
Oh what a sight, this generation gap,
Yet we cherish them dearly, old chap!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On your 90th, we're here to celebrate,
With stories from the past that can't be straight.
Remember when you thought a hat was a shoe?
Oh, the antics of nineteen-ninety-two!
You once wore socks with sandals in the rain,
Or that time you tripped and spilled wine on a crane.
But through it all, you've been a real sport,
So here's to ninety, our favorite good sport!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At ninety years young, you're still hip,
Grooving along to records like a pro on a ship.
To you, Elvis and Sinatra are top of the charts,
But grandkids just stare with puzzled hearts.
As you bust out the moves from back in your day,
The grandkids can't help but laugh at your retro display.
But you just wink and turn up the sound,
Those classic songs are still your jam, spinning round.
