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.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dear Blabby, I seem to be in a real pickle in regard to my wife Candy and my eighteen-year-old son Cal. He works in my bakery after school. The problem is, because he never kneads the dough, all he does is loaf. I won't sugar coat it, he's a bad seed, a rotten apple. I've handed him a plum job, but no matter how much I egg him on, he just peppers me with salty language. Blabby, if I spill the beans and tell my wife how I intend to fire our son, I'm toast! She's become nuttier than a fruitcake, demanding that we spend our hard earned bread to send him to a fancy French cooking school. I'll butter her up, and in good taste, explain to her that it's time for our deadbeat boy to get his just deserts, even if it only means garnishing his wages. It pains me to admit that if Cal were a car, he'd be a lemon. As for Candy, she's no longer my cup of tea. And I'm so burned out I feel like I'm becoming a vegetable. Blabby, I have a regular customer named Ginger who's a real honey and a smart cookie to boot. She's Cal's age and is what my dad would have called a hot tomato. She digs me, Blabby, and would add so much spike to my life if we were to run off together. It would be as easy as pie. Food for thought? Hungry for Change in Chicago Dear Hungry, You find yourself in this stew because your ideas are half baked. Try a new recipe. 8/14/22
Enter Author Name (Not Required)