16+ Funny (Happy) Birthday Poems For Your Son

Having trouble figuring out what to get your son for his upcoming birthday? What would make a great birthday gift for him? Maybe something exceptional that would make him cherish and make the birthday memorable, something funny and entertaining that helps you impress your son.

A great birthday party with family and his close friends is a must, but an awesome birthday gift, especially from you, is what will become a highlight and the best surprise for your son on his birthday. Imagine how priceless it is to see his expression and excitement while receiving your gift.

However, we understand that choosing a birthday gift for your son is sometimes not an easy task at all. We believe that a special memory related to a gift makes it even more memorable. Therefore, a funny birthday poem for your son is a definite win. It’s unique, sentimental, entertaining and meaningful. He can read it over and over again and cherish it for a long time. Head below for a list of funny birthday poems for your son that we have prepared so you can pick out and choose the most unique, suitable and ideal one for him.

1, To My Son © Shamara writes

Time indeed flies
It’s been two years already
For a journey i was never ready
A life i never planned for
For i never wanted a baby that early

I don’t regret being a mother
No, please don’t get me wrong
I’d do this in a thousand lives
I never planned to have you
But God planned for me to have you
And for that i’m more than happy

Son as you turn an year older
Just know you are the best
The best thing that has ever happened
Happened to me
Son, just to let you know
Mama needs you more than you need her

You are her strength
Her joy
Her pride
You are her most precious gift from God
She adores you and loves you
She’d do anything and everything for you

Son, these two years haven’t been easy
With no job nor a source of income
Mama couldn’t afford to get you a cake
She couldn’t afford a party for you
And deep down it kills her
She can’t help it but feel like a bad mother
She feels she failed you
Though deep down she knows you are
You are way too young to understand

But hey listen
With or without a cake
Just know you are loved so deeply
With no measures
On a day like this two years ago
I held you for the very first time
And everything felt right

Happy birthday my son
Happy birthday my little man
May you grow to be successful
May you achieve all that your heart desires
For you are blessed
My blessing from above
My bundle of joy

Thank you for giving me purpose
I love you so much son

2, Funny Birthday Poem For Son © Anonymous

My boy is getting older, my son is now a man
My son is getting wiser and I am proud of it
I can’t forget the day you were born,
I can’t forget the joy I had
Oh how lucky I am, to have a son like you.

3, Snow © Anonymous

It’s snowing out, how lovely,
what a beautiful sight,
brilliantly blinding in the
sunlight,
gorgeous in the night,
I love to go and play in it,
‘specially in my three-piece
suit,
being hit by snowballs
is really such a hoot,
walking through the city streets,
miles and miles of slush,
chasing down my wind-blown hat
that a passing car did crush,
my car dug out for hours,
making angels in the snow,
hot chocolate from a thermos,
sliding to and fro,
winter wind a howling,
riding on a sled,
I love it when the snow is here,
don’t you be misled.

4, Funny Birthday Poem Son © Anonymous

Everyday I remember you, I count myself lucky
For having a wonderful son like you
You have always proved to me,
That you are the best I could ask for
You have all the qualities, which I desired for in a son.

5, My Children © Rose Bravetti

God listened to my prayers
Tested me with a questionnaire
Then blessed me with two children
The very best out of a million

Thank you Lord for my son
He is the hardworking one
Always there for me
No matter what the situation be

Thank you Lord for my daughter
She looks more like her father
Intelligent to the core
She keeps reading even more

Rowing was my son’s passion
Did it through high school with satisfaction
Loved to watch him race
Many medals he would place

Horseback riding was her distraction
She rode with compassion
She loved to brush the horse
Her confidence was reinforced

Soccer they played both
It was fun to see the growth
Of teamwork being done
As they both had lots of fun

They both had lots to do
I made sure, but they had no clue
I wished when I was young
I could do these things for fun

Birthday parties were huge
Lots of friends, I was no scrooge
Balloons and gifts everywhere
Party hat they’d rarely wear

Lots of love and attention
I would give them; not to mention
All the care and all the teaching
Was worth the effort, now they’re preaching

Empathy and compassion they both have
This is major, you must understand
Father has non at all
It’s like hitting a brick wall

Now the family has split
Causing pain for them I admit
But I love them even more
Because in my heart they are the core

Proud of them, I boast
Because of adapting well at most
It was hard for us all
But we have mended the fall

They will both achieve success
I am sure because they stress
How important to set goals
They will accomplish with their souls

I am proud to be their mother
Loving them is not a bother
Thank you God for them both
Please Lord help me keep my oath

6, First Birthday © Brad Leithauser

You have your one word, which fills you to brimming.
It’s what’s first to be done on waking,
Often the last at day-dimming:
Lunge out an arm fiercely,
As though your heart were breaking,
Stab a finger at some stray illumination—
Lamp, mirror, distant dinner candle-
And make your piercing identification,

“ight! ‘ight! ‘ight!”
Littlest digit, you’ve got the world by the handle.
Things must open for you, you take on height,
Your sole sound in time reveal itself
As might, too, and flight. And fright.
Some will be gone. But you will come right.

7, Birthday Lights © Calef Brown

Light bulbs on a birthday cake.
What a difference that would make!
Plug it in and make a wish,
then relax and flip a switch!
No more smoke
or waxy mess
to bother any birthday guests.
But Grampa says, “it’s not the same!
Where’s the magic?
Where’s the flame?
To get your wish without a doubt,
You need to blow some candles out!”

8, Tenth Birthday © Marjorie Knapp

She woke before the sun. She heard the still
Small sounds which whisper when the night is gone.
Though all the curtains of her room were drawn,
She saw the gray light creep across the sill.
This was her day. How would it help fulfil
Her destiny? She looked out at the dawn
Stepping across the velvet of the lawn,
She saw the purple of a distant hill.

In cloak and slippers, she glided through the halls
Softly she would disturb none still asleep-
Then looked through maple branches to the sky
Her small heart beating against its delicate walls,
The marvel of ten years too much to keep.
“What is this lovely world, and who am I?”

9, Birthday Jingles II © Anonymous

Just as great men are not
born but are made
Great days are not different
they are made also.

I do always think and think,
That the day one is born.
A great change or something of that way
Should happen on their body

But apparently it wasn’t so!
Now I no more think.
Because it very funny,
its just like other days,I don’t see changes.

Surely exceptional days are not different but are named and made differently.
But I can still feel the gentle breeze.
The peace of my heart
The glorious rays of the sun

The melodious birdsong,and the reminder bells
That calls and whispers gently clear:
That “all days are the same but today is my own day”

10, Happy Birthday © Anonymous

My prayer for you, as you add another year today
Is to keeping on growing in love
Keep on being that obedient son
That you have always been
In all you do, keep on making me proud

11, Happy Birthday My Son © Lumar

It’s my son’s thirty third birthday today…
Wish I was there to celebrate his day…
Wish so many things for his life…
Wish security, transformation, love…
The list goes on and on…
Wish great things in life for him…
He deserve a little happiness…
He has such a huge heart…
So giving and caring to those in need…
So grown-up now and so mature…
One last wish I have for him, “Settle down my child”…
No need for explanations, he’ll know what I mean…
Sending lots of love and kisses his way…
And hope he’s enjoyed his day…

12, Birthday Poem For My Son © Thomas Graves

A teen playing video games, watching TV, spoiled by his mom.
Here’s where patience comes in. Not the same patience as
When he was a baby and had that fever,
Or when he was loaded into the ambulance as a boy, with that terrible cough.
I prayed he would be okay and told God I would do anything please make him okay.
He doesn’t drive a car yet. He’s a nice boy—okay, a little spoiled—but he doesn’t worry me
The way I worried about him when he was young.
As a child he was joy itself, beaming.
Now my brown-haired boy’s a teen, with jokes and secrets.
What do I need patience for, now? Am I waiting for him to become a man?
I remember always saying to myself, Children are not yours.
You “have” them, but they belong to themselves, to everyone.
Don’t get possessive. Don’t worry too much about them. They’ll be okay.

Edgar Poe had no children. He lived when babies were lost all the time—
Let Ralph Waldo Emerson tell you about that horror;
But no, stern Ralph said little;
Perhaps the less said about it the better.

I won’t lie. I wanted my son to evince athletic skill, and when he dragged his feet
On the soccer field, it was sad to me, as when classical music
Not only bores him, it makes him sad and depressed. I would listen
To my father’s classical records with sweetness and awe. What is continuing
Here? What does he love that I love? I find Pokemon inane.
He knows his way around a computer in a way that makes me look like an idiot.
He doesn’t want to go outside with me. There’s no outdoor playground now
That interests him. I know there are things about life which I don’t know.
That I will never know. That I think I should know. Should I know them?
What are they? A cake? Candles? Happy birthday?
Here’s to now. Sweet now. And the future. The sweet future.
Happy birthday, my dearest son.

13, Happy Birthday © Laura Sassi

Ben got a bear
And a sleek shiny jet
And a stool with his name
And a little train set.

But what he liked best
Were the astronaut clothes
That he made from the boxes
And ribbons and bows.

In full cardboard armor
He gives a salute.
Then he’s off to the moon
In his new birthday suit.

14, Happy Birthday © Cheemnonso

That moment when the hands of time stood still,
beknownst to me, a salient star is born,
brimming with joy from her head to her heel,
in a world prepossesed in angst and scorn;

I saw her for who she was to become,
not even a single sane soul could compare,
with her beauty rendering Aphrodite numb,
and her mien as cold as Medussa’s stare;

Fifteen seeds festooned in her garden by God,
fifteen years it took the first to germinate,
umpteen fruits harvested from thy first pod,
umpteen souls her Midas touch will make sate;

Really pleased blood strangled us with its ties,
leaving us with good times and not goodbyes.