Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download the photo graphic, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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Secretarial Race Car Ballerina
I wished I was a race car driver, but it took money, and I never had enough. And women did not do it back in the day, and now I get so many jollies racing other idiots on the freeway, I have my racing “fix” both to work and from work, so it is not my current wish. I wished I was a secretary, until I became on at a company where the other one had walked off mad, and seven men stood behind me waving hundreds of pages, yelling that they wanted me to type their proposals first. I lost forty-pounds in two weeks, and never got to go to the bathroom, finally quitting after a little nervous breakdown. The great news, is that my roommate was their former secretary, and we had lots of laughs at their expense while we recovered. I wished I was a ballerina But I never took dance lessons Then I tore my ACL and my Meniscus so now I barely walk plus I have arthritis in my feet and who wants to pay to see a hundred and eighty-nine pound sixty-seven-year-old with an apple stomach in a tutu? Maybe my grandchildren and the kids at school, and my arch enemy, Sheila.
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