I usually make birthday cards. Most of the people on Beverly's Birthday List enjoy getting my homemade greetings. A while back I gave an unoriginal birthday gift (cash) with an original poem. Feel free to borrow this one the next time you stuff some green into an envelope (unless you're Hallmark - then I want money, lot's of money). This verse was written for someone turning seventy and works with 40, 50, 60, 80, and 90, but you could adjust for other birthday milestones.
We're glad to attend your birthday bash.
We hope you like the gift of cash.
Folding money's always hip.
Use it when you take a trip.
Drink enough to make you wobble.
Put it toward a shiny bauble.
Don't need anything 'cause your're blessed?
Set it aside to feather your nest.
Yes, you've reached seven-oh.
We wish you seventy more to go.
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