{"id":5414,"date":"2026-08-26T21:25:32","date_gmt":"2026-08-26T20:25:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/liverpoolname.com\/birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses"},"modified":"2026-08-27T08:10:20","modified_gmt":"2026-08-27T07:10:20","slug":"birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/liverpoolname.com\/en\/greetings-5414-birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses","title":{"rendered":"Birthday poems for Dad \u2014 short verses for the card, funny rhymes and longer ones to read out"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Your father&#8217;s birthday comes round again, and the printed rhyme inside a shop card will not do him justice \u2014 but neither will a poem that gushes. Most dads take a soppy verse the way they take a surprise party: politely, and by changing the subject as soon as they decently can. What works is a rhyme with something specific in it \u2014 the shed, the toolbox, the lifts home at midnight, the tyre pressures he still checks on your car \u2014 and a wish at the end that is plainly meant and does not go on. Everything below can be copied as it stands. If you want to make a verse yours, change the third line: it carries no rhyme, so the poem holds together while the detail becomes your family&#8217;s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div id=\"ez-toc-container\" class=\"ez-toc-v2_0_74 counter-hierarchy ez-toc-counter ez-toc-custom ez-toc-container-direction\">\n<label for=\"ez-toc-cssicon-toggle-item-6aa98a1d0edf3\" class=\"ez-toc-cssicon-toggle-label\"><span class=\"\"><span class=\"eztoc-hide\" style=\"display:none;\">Toggle<\/span><span class=\"ez-toc-icon-toggle-span\"><svg style=\"fill: #999;color:#999\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" class=\"list-377408\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" viewBox=\"0 0 24 24\" fill=\"none\"><path d=\"M6 6H4v2h2V6zm14 0H8v2h12V6zM4 11h2v2H4v-2zm16 0H8v2h12v-2zM4 16h2v2H4v-2zm16 0H8v2h12v-2z\" fill=\"currentColor\"><\/path><\/svg><svg style=\"fill: #999;color:#999\" class=\"arrow-unsorted-368013\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"10px\" height=\"10px\" viewBox=\"0 0 24 24\" version=\"1.2\" baseProfile=\"tiny\"><path d=\"M18.2 9.3l-6.2-6.3-6.2 6.3c-.2.2-.3.4-.3.7s.1.5.3.7c.2.2.4.3.7.3h11c.3 0 .5-.1.7-.3.2-.2.3-.5.3-.7s-.1-.5-.3-.7zM5.8 14.7l6.2 6.3 6.2-6.3c.2-.2.3-.5.3-.7s-.1-.5-.3-.7c-.2-.2-.4-.3-.7-.3h-11c-.3 0-.5.1-.7.3-.2.2-.3.5-.3.7s.1.5.3.7z\"\/><\/svg><\/span><\/span><\/label><input type=\"checkbox\"  id=\"ez-toc-cssicon-toggle-item-6aa98a1d0edf3\"  aria-label=\"Toggle\" \/><nav><ul class='ez-toc-list ez-toc-list-level-1 ' ><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-2'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-1\" href=\"https:\/\/liverpoolname.com\/en\/greetings-5414-birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses\/#Short_birthday_verses_for_Dad_that_fit_inside_a_card\" >Short birthday verses for Dad that fit inside a card<\/a><\/li><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-2'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-2\" href=\"https:\/\/liverpoolname.com\/en\/greetings-5414-birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses\/#Funny_birthday_rhymes_for_a_dad_who_hates_being_praised\" >Funny birthday rhymes for a dad who hates being praised<\/a><\/li><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-2'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-3\" href=\"https:\/\/liverpoolname.com\/en\/greetings-5414-birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses\/#Birthday_poems_for_Dad_from_a_son\" >Birthday poems for Dad from a son<\/a><\/li><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-2'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-4\" href=\"https:\/\/liverpoolname.com\/en\/greetings-5414-birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses\/#Birthday_poems_for_Dad_from_a_daughter\" >Birthday poems for Dad from a daughter<\/a><\/li><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-2'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-5\" href=\"https:\/\/liverpoolname.com\/en\/greetings-5414-birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses\/#Verses_to_sign_from_all_the_children_at_once\" >Verses to sign from all the children at once<\/a><\/li><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-2'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-6\" href=\"https:\/\/liverpoolname.com\/en\/greetings-5414-birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses\/#Verses_for_a_father_who_lives_a_long_way_off\" >Verses for a father who lives a long way off<\/a><\/li><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-2'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-7\" href=\"https:\/\/liverpoolname.com\/en\/greetings-5414-birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses\/#Longer_birthday_poems_for_Dad_to_read_out_at_the_table\" >Longer birthday poems for Dad to read out at the table<\/a><\/li><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-2'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-8\" href=\"https:\/\/liverpoolname.com\/en\/greetings-5414-birthday-poems-for-dad-short-funny-verses\/#Questions_and_answers\" >Questions and answers<\/a><\/li><\/ul><\/nav><\/div>\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Short_birthday_verses_for_Dad_that_fit_inside_a_card\"><\/span>Short birthday verses for Dad that fit inside a card<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"pg-list\">\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">1<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">You&#8217;re not one for fuss and you&#8217;re not one for show,<br>you mend what wants mending and let the rest go.<br>So put down the toolbox, there&#8217;s nothing to do \u2014<br>many happy returns, Dad. The day is for you.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">2<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">A card and a candle, a cup of strong tea,<br>the paper unopened, the morning kept free.<br>No jobs and no callers, no fuss and no phone \u2014<br>a birthday, for once, that is properly your own.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">3<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">Here&#8217;s to the man who could never sit still,<br>up before six and away up the hill.<br>Sit down for an hour, let the kettle go cold \u2014<br>the jobs will keep waiting. That&#8217;s what they&#8217;ve been told.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">4<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">The tools in your shed are laid out by size,<br>the shirts in your wardrobe are all navy blue.<br>I turned out the same \u2014 and it&#8217;s no great surprise,<br>since most of what&#8217;s steady in me came from you.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">5<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">You taught me to check that the tyres were sound,<br>to pay what I owe and to turn up on time.<br>You never made speeches, you just came around \u2014<br>and that&#8217;s why this birthday gets four lines of rhyme.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">6<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">Happy birthday, Dad. Here&#8217;s a wish, kept small:<br>a shed that stays dry and a car that won&#8217;t stall,<br>a fortnight of sun on the step by the door,<br>and a year that asks less of you now than before.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">7<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">You&#8217;ll say that we shouldn&#8217;t, you&#8217;ll say it&#8217;s too much,<br>you&#8217;ll stand the card up and get on with the day.<br>But cards stay on mantelpieces long after they&#8217;re read,<br>so read it again when we&#8217;ve all gone away.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">8<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">Many happy returns of the quietest kind:<br>the kettle, the paper, the chair, and no grind.<br>The ladder stays folded, the lawn can wait too \u2014<br>for one day the household runs round after you.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Funny_birthday_rhymes_for_a_dad_who_hates_being_praised\"><\/span>Funny birthday rhymes for a dad who hates being praised<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"pg-list\">\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">1<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">We asked what you wanted. You said, &#8216;Honestly, none.&#8217;<br>We asked you again. You said, &#8216;Really, don&#8217;t fuss.&#8217;<br>So the present this year is a card and a call<br>and the same box of fudge that gets eaten by us.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">2<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">You&#8217;ve a drawer full of screws that will never be used,<br>a jar of odd washers, a tin of odd keys.<br>Not one of us knows what a single one opens \u2014<br>and not one of us dares to throw out one of these.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">3<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">The chair by the window is yours and stays yours.<br>The remote is a thing that we&#8217;re not meant to move.<br>The thermostat sits at a setting known only<br>to you and to God, and there&#8217;s nothing to prove.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">4<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">One warm afternoon and the barbecue&#8217;s out,<br>and nobody else is allowed near the tongs.<br>You&#8217;ll stand in the smoke in a jumper till dark<br>and insist that the black bits are where it belongs.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">5<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">You&#8217;ll not use the satnav \u2014 you know a way round.<br>The way round is longer and ends in a queue.<br>But you&#8217;ll get there on time with a shrug and a grin<br>and a line about traffic that no one thinks true.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">6<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">Nobody&#8217;s tea is as strong as your tea.<br>The spoon has been known to stand up on its own.<br>So here&#8217;s to another good year of the stuff,<br>and a kettle that&#8217;s never once left you alone.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Birthday_poems_for_Dad_from_a_son\"><\/span>Birthday poems for Dad from a son<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"pg-list\">\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">1<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">I&#8217;ve got your hands \u2014 that&#8217;s what my mother says \u2014<br>your habit of mending what&#8217;s easier to bin.<br>For years I&#8217;d have argued I&#8217;m nothing like you;<br>now I check the tyre pressures before I get in.<br>So happy birthday from a man who&#8217;s your double<br>in temper, in patience, and half of the trouble.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">2<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">You never once told me you&#8217;re proud. You just came:<br>to matches in rain when the score was a rout,<br>to the sixth-form thing where you sat at the back.<br>I knew what it meant. You&#8217;d not need to speak out.<br>Happy birthday. I&#8217;ve learnt how you say what you say \u2014<br>you turn up on time, and you don&#8217;t go away.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">3<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">The first car I bought was a wreck, and you knew it.<br>You said not a word, and you helped me undo it.<br>Two Sundays, cold hands and the radio on \u2014<br>and a lesson I&#8217;ve carried long after it&#8217;s gone:<br>you don&#8217;t tell a man to his face he&#8217;s a fool.<br>You fetch out the spanners. You hand him the tool.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">4<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">I&#8217;ve a boy of my own now. He&#8217;s four and he&#8217;s loud<br>and he trails me round the garden like I trailed you.<br>I catch myself using the words that you used,<br>in the very same voice, and I mean them. I do.<br>So happy birthday, Dad, from a man who has found<br>that you&#8217;d worked most of this out. And I&#8217;ve come around.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">5<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">I gave you your share of grey hairs in my time:<br>the two o&#8217;clock phone call, the money, the car.<br>You paid it, you fetched me, you let the thing drop \u2014<br>and you&#8217;ve never once mentioned how costly they are.<br>So happy birthday, Dad, from the lad who cost most.<br>He&#8217;s turned out all right, and he owes you the toast.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Birthday_poems_for_Dad_from_a_daughter\"><\/span>Birthday poems for Dad from a daughter<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"pg-list\">\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">1<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">You checked every boyfriend the way you check cars:<br>a slow walk around and a look underneath.<br>I told you to stop it. I meant it back then.<br>These days I&#8217;d say, &#8216;Go on. Have a look underneath.&#8217;<br>You were right, as it happens, on two of the three.<br>Happy birthday, Dad, from a slow learner. Me.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">2<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">I still ring you first when the boiler packs in,<br>though I&#8217;ve lived on my own for a decade or more.<br>You talk me through valves I will never recall,<br>and you&#8217;d get in the car if I asked. That&#8217;s for sure.<br>Many happy returns. I&#8217;ve my own roof and keys \u2014<br>and I&#8217;m still on the phone to you, Dad, when I please.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">3<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">I stood on your feet at a wedding, aged six,<br>and you walked us both round to a song I&#8217;ve forgot.<br>Whatever I&#8217;ve learnt about men since that day,<br>the standard was set on your shoes, like it or not.<br>Happy birthday to the first man who took my whole weight,<br>then carried a great deal more, and was never once late.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">4<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">You&#8217;d not want a poem. You&#8217;d rather a pint<br>and a chat about nothing much: weather and cars.<br>You&#8217;ve got one regardless, and here is the point:<br>you&#8217;ll fold it and keep it. That&#8217;s just how you are.<br>So happy birthday from a daughter who&#8217;s read you for years<br>and who knows what you mean when you say, &#8216;Aye, well. Cheers.&#8217;<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">5<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">We&#8217;ve had our fair share of the door slammed at ten,<br>a fortnight of silence, a phone left to ring.<br>And each time you mended it quietly, the way<br>that you mend every other unmentioned thing.<br>Happy birthday, Dad. And I finally see<br>what the lift to the station was saying to me.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Verses_to_sign_from_all_the_children_at_once\"><\/span>Verses to sign from all the children at once<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"pg-list\">\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">1<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">One card, and there isn&#8217;t a great deal of room,<br>so our names are all squashed in a line at the end.<br>Between us we&#8217;ve cost you a fortune in petrol,<br>a decade of sleep and a van you still lend.<br>Happy birthday from all of us. Sit down today.<br>We&#8217;ll do the washing-up \u2014 once \u2014 then we&#8217;ll go away.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">2<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">We compared notes this year, and it turns out you&#8217;d said<br>to each of us, quietly, that we were the best.<br>That&#8217;s a fine bit of work for a man of few words,<br>and we&#8217;ve all agreed never to look into the rest.<br>Many happy returns from your children, grown out<br>and still ringing you first when there&#8217;s something in doubt.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">3<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">Between us we&#8217;ve broken your ladder, your drill,<br>the gate and the wing mirror. Some of that&#8217;s still<br>on the list to be mended, and yet, on the whole,<br>you have never once shouted. Well \u2014 hardly at all.<br>Happy birthday from the four of us. Have the day free.<br>The ladder gets fixed, we all swear, before tea.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">4<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">We&#8217;ve not always said it. We&#8217;re saying it here,<br>with all of our names written under one line.<br>You were steady through years that were anything but,<br>and not one of us doubted you&#8217;d turn up on time.<br>Many happy returns from your children \u2014 all grown, all in debt<br>to a man who has never once mentioned the debt.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Verses_for_a_father_who_lives_a_long_way_off\"><\/span>Verses for a father who lives a long way off<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"pg-list\">\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">1<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">That&#8217;s three years of birthdays I&#8217;ve watched from afar,<br>and I&#8217;ll not dress it up as a thing I don&#8217;t mind.<br>But the card will arrive and the call will get through,<br>and I&#8217;ll be on your doorstep by summer. You&#8217;ll find<br>that the son who&#8217;s gone quiet has not gone away.<br>Happy birthday. I&#8217;m coming. Just not for today.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">2<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">I moved for the work, and you told me to go.<br>You carried the cases and didn&#8217;t say much.<br>You&#8217;ve never once made me feel guilty for it,<br>which is why I feel guilty. That&#8217;s your sort of touch.<br>Happy birthday. I&#8217;m miles off, and yet it appears<br>that I&#8217;m turning into you more with the years.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">3<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">You still hold the phone like it&#8217;s going to bite,<br>and half of the call is your ceiling, your ear.<br>I&#8217;d not have it fixed \u2014 it&#8217;s the best of my week,<br>that face at an angle, that voice coming clear.<br>Many happy returns. Hold it higher, I beg.<br>I&#8217;d like a good look at you. Not at your leg.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">4<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">The miles are the miles, and they don&#8217;t get much shorter,<br>the length of a flight is a thing I can&#8217;t move.<br>But nothing about them has cost me a father,<br>and nothing about them will change what I&#8217;ve proved:<br>I&#8217;m yours, and I&#8217;m proud of it, half a world out.<br>Happy birthday. That&#8217;s it. There was never a doubt.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Longer_birthday_poems_for_Dad_to_read_out_at_the_table\"><\/span>Longer birthday poems for Dad to read out at the table<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"pg-list\">\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">1<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">I&#8217;ll keep it in verse, and I&#8217;ll keep it in hand \u2014<br>you&#8217;ve no time for speeches, and less time for fuss.<br>But once in a while, when the table&#8217;s this full,<br>a few words are owed, and they&#8217;re coming from us.<br>You took all the shifts that were nobody&#8217;s choice.<br>You mended the things that most people replace.<br>You turned up for everything, early and quiet,<br>and stood at the back with a look on your face<br>that said you weren&#8217;t stopping, and yet you&#8217;d not go.<br>We saw it. We&#8217;ve seen it for most of our lives.<br>So fill up the glasses, the small ones as well,<br>and stand if you&#8217;re able. There&#8217;s one thing to say:<br>to the steadiest man that this family&#8217;s had \u2014<br>happy birthday, and many happy returns of the day.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">2<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">There&#8217;s a photograph somewhere of you in the yard,<br>with a bike upside down and a spanner in hand,<br>and a child in a jumper too big for the weather<br>who&#8217;s holding the torch, and who doesn&#8217;t quite understand.<br>That child is now taller than you by an inch<br>and has bikes of his own, and a yard, and a shed.<br>He still can&#8217;t do half of the things that you can,<br>and he&#8217;s given up hoping to catch up instead.<br>What he&#8217;s learnt is the harder and quieter part:<br>you turn up. You keep turning up. That&#8217;s all it takes.<br>You do the dull job that has waited a fortnight<br>and you don&#8217;t say a word about all that it makes.<br>So here&#8217;s to my father, the man with the spanner,<br>who taught me by doing, and not by advice.<br>Many happy returns from the boy with the torch,<br>who is still holding steady, and would do it twice.<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"pg-item\"><span class=\"pg-num\">3<\/span><p class=\"pg-text\">Before the food goes and before the noise starts,<br>there&#8217;s a minute or two, and I&#8217;m using it here.<br>My father dislikes being talked about kindly,<br>so he&#8217;ll look at the tablecloth. Let him. Sit near.<br>He drove us to everything, all of those years:<br>to swimming at seven, to friends we have lost,<br>to a college three hours off and back the same night,<br>and he never once mentioned the diesel or cost.<br>He mended our bikes and he mended our nerve.<br>He told us we&#8217;d manage. It turned out we could.<br>And whatever we&#8217;ve each of us made of ourselves,<br>the ground underneath it was laid where he stood.<br>So raise up your glasses \u2014 he&#8217;ll want this kept short.<br>To Dad: many happy returns of the day.<br>You can look at the tablecloth all that you like.<br>We&#8217;ve said it out loud now. It&#8217;s said. It can stay.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Questions_and_answers\"><\/span>Questions and answers<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Which line of a ready-made verse can I change without wrecking the rhyme?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In a four-line verse the rhyme normally falls on lines two and four, which leaves lines one and three loose \u2014 change either of those and the poem still holds together when it is read aloud. That is where your own detail belongs: the make of his car, the name of the dog, the job he has been promising to finish since last summer. Keep the length roughly the same by counting beats out loud rather than words, because the ear notices a limp where the eye does not. If the line you want to alter is one of the rhyming pair, change both halves of the pair, or the verse stumbles at exactly the point everybody is listening for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Is &#8216;many happy returns&#8217; old-fashioned now, or still worth using?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It is still in ordinary use and it does something no other phrase does: it wishes him more of the same rather than congratulating him on the number, which suits a father who dislikes being made a fuss of. It reads slightly formal, so it works best as a closing line rather than an opening one, and it sits particularly well in a card written by hand. What makes it sound dated is repetition \u2014 three of them in one message, or the same phrase every year running. Use it once, put something specific either side of it, and it reads as warmth rather than wording copied off a shelf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>He says he hates poems. Is a rhyme still the right thing to give him?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Usually yes, provided the rhyme is short and has a joke or a hard detail in it. What most men object to is not verse but being praised in abstract terms while other people watch. Four lines about his toolbox, his tea or his refusal to use a satnav get past that guard, because the laugh arrives first and the affection comes at the end, where he can ignore it if he wants to. Hand the card over rather than reading it out, and do not wait for a reaction. He will fold it, say something dismissive, and then keep it in a drawer for years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>How do you read a verse out at a family meal without everybody cringing?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Do it early, before the food goes round and while people are still sitting still, and say up front how long it will take \u2014 &#8216;thirty seconds, then we eat&#8217; buys you complete attention. Read from paper rather than from memory: looking down at a card is normal, drying up halfway through is not. Speak slower than feels right, pause at the end of each line instead of racing towards the rhyme, and finish on the wish rather than the joke, so the room knows where to clap. If your voice goes, stop, breathe and carry on \u2014 most of the table is simply relieved it is not them standing up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Every verse here says Dad. What if we call him something else?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Swap the word, but count the syllables before you do. Dad, Da and Pa are all one beat, so they drop straight into any line without disturbing the rhythm. Father, Grandad and Papa are two beats, and putting one of those in means taking a small word out of the same line \u2014 usually a &#8216;the&#8217;, an &#8216;and&#8217; or a &#8216;so&#8217; \u2014 or the line will run long and the verse will trip when it is read aloud. If the line ends on the word, check the rhyme as well: Dad rhymes with had and glad, Da does not. For a stepfather or a father-in-law, use his actual name rather than a title he has never been given; a name is nearly always one or two beats and behaves the same way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Your father&#8217;s birthday comes round again, and the printed rhyme inside a shop card will not do him justice \u2014 but neither will a poem that gushes. Most dads take a soppy verse the way they take a surprise party: politely, and by changing the subject as soon as they decently can. 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