Poet: C. A. Lynch
Happy birthday, dear brother of mine,
Another year older, but that's just fine,
You're like a fine grape, aging on the vine,
Though your hairline may slightly decline.
You used to be cool, or so you'd boast,
Now you're caught napping, before you can toast,
Your wrinkles are multiplying, but hey, we're not ones to roast,
You're still our brother, even if can't remember the Internet post.
So here's to you, brother, with candles ablaze,
May your age bring wisdom in mysterious ways,
Though you're another year older, in our hearts, you'll always amaze,
Happy birthday, dear brother, in your charming, aging phase.
Poet: C. A. Lynch
On your birthday, dear brother, let's recall,
The mischief you caused, big and small,
From pranks in the hallway to tricks in the mall,
Your antics, dear brother, we still recall.
Remember that time with the whoopee cushion?
Or when you snuck out for a late-night mission?
Your mischievous grin, your playful ambition,
Oh brother, your antics spark much admiration.
From hiding the remote to stealing the cake,
You always knew how to give us a shake,
But in our hearts, dear brother, you'll never forsake,
For your mischievous ways, our love won't break.
So here's to you, brother, with laughter and cheer,
May your birthday be filled with joy, year after year,
For in our memories, your antics are dear,
Happy birthday, dear brother, without a single tear.
Poet: C. A. Lynch
On your birthday, dear brother, it's time to confess,
Your quirks and habits, we can't help but address,
Like squeezing toothpaste with unmatched finesse,
Or eating so slowly, we're in a state of distress.
Your hair, oh brother, a sight to behold,
Down to your buttocks, it was quite bold,
You're a true rebel, breaking the mold,
In the hair department, you're a legend, we're told.
But despite your quirks, we love you so,
From your peculiar habits to your locks that flow,
You're our brother, and that's all we need to know,
Happy birthday, dear brother, let the laughter grow!
Poet: C. A. Lynch
On your birthday, dear brother, it's time to celebrate,
But when it comes to wisdom, you're not first-rate,
Your advice is like a blind date,
Hit or miss, we never know our fate.
You claim to know the secrets of the universe,
But your knowledge is sparse, to be terse,
When it comes to advice, you're our curse,
Yet somehow, you still manage to converse.
Your words of wisdom often leave us confused,
Like a puzzle we can't solve, tangled and bemused.
But despite your lack of insight, we're still dazzled,
Happy birthday, dear brother, you keep us frazzled!
Poet: C. A. Lynch
On your birthday, dear brother, I searched high and low,
For the perfect gift, to make your face glow,
But alas, what I found, you already own in tow,
Another tie for you, just to add to the show.
I thought of a wish, unique and grand,
But it backfired, didn't go as planned,
Instead of making you feel like the man,
I accidentally insulted you as only I can.
So here's to you, brother, with love and cheer,
Despite my efforts, I hope you'll still hear,
Happy birthday, dear brother, without a single tear,
May your day be filled with laughter and a birthday prayer!
Poet: C. A. Lynch
Oh, brother dear, you're such a pain,
With your antics driving me insane,
But deep down, you're my favourite refrain,
Happy birthday, brother, may your joy sustain.
Oh, brother dear, you're such a pain,
Always leaving a messy terrain,
But in your chaos, there's a certain gain,
Happy birthday, brother, may your energy maintain.
Oh, brother dear, you're such a pain,
With your snoring like a passing train,
But in your presence, there's nothing to feign,
Happy birthday, brother, may your laughter reign.
Oh, brother dear, you're such a pain,
With your jokes that are quite inane,
But in your humour, there's a charm that's plain,
Happy birthday, brother, may your happiness remain.
Poet: C. A. Lynch
Oh, brother dear, let's reminisce,
About the pranks we've pulled, oh what bliss,
Like the time with mustard in the ketchup, I must insist,
We blamed it on the factory, what a twist!
Or the shaving cream in Mom's conditioner, what a sight,
Her hair so fluffy, it was quite the fright,
But oh, the laughter that ensued that night,
Oh, brother dear, our mischief took flight.
And remember the time we scared our sister, oh what fun,
Hiding in her closet, until she was undone,
The shrieks of terror, our victory won,
Oh, brother dear, those memories can't be outdone.
So on your birthday, let's toast to the past,
The pranks we've pulled, they'll forever last,
Happy birthday, brother, our bond steadfast,
May our laughter echo, long and vast.
Happy Birthday Brother Poems
Poet: C. A. Lynch
Oh, brother dear, with you behind the wheel,
We feel a sense of impending ordeal,
Your belief in your driving skill is surreal,
But to us, it's a terrifying ordeal.
With each turn, you think you're in a race,
But to us, it's a nerve-wracking chase,
We hold on tight, fear etched on our face,
Oh, brother dear, slow down the pace.
Your confidence is admirable, we must confess,
But your driving skills, we must reassess,
We pray for safety, with each mile we traverse,
Oh, brother dear, maybe you should drive in reverse.
So on your birthday, we wish for one thing clear,
That you'll drive more cautiously, and with more fear,
Happy birthday, brother, may your driving steer,
Towards safety, and away from danger, my dear.
