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 it, 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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Dad is coming home tonight
Our house is abuzz With Me, Bella and Jess And Mummy is all delight “Dad’s coming home tonight! “ The Cake has been made The table has been laid Candles are alight Dad will be home tonight! Mum’s wearing polka dots Dress, Dad had bought She looks pretty, so bright! Dad will be home tonight. Jess was only two When dad had to go He still remembers him, right? Can’t wait for Dad tonight! Bella’s dream is a soprano And so deft with the piano She will make it a musical nite When daddy’s home tonight!! But me? I am a bit too shy So I did this song on the sly Plan to place it under his desk-light Hope Dad will read it tonight! Dad may have stories from afar Of his travels and the war Tales of nobility and military might At the dinner table tonight. Just imagine him at the door Big smile, Open arms for us four His loving grasp will be tight When he comes home tonight. There is a knock on the door! We all cheer and roar!! Mum is there on a flight, Jess lisps, “is it already tonight?” Four soldiers stand at our gates, They must be his work mates, Mum’s voice is soft in fright “Is he coming home tonight?” Voices drown as the men depart Mum is back, her hand on heart Slowly her legs yield to her weight “Daddy won’t be coming home tonight!”
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