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 I so abhor to acquiesce to all this balderdash - some bloke with his colleen in arm has offered me some cash. Though dubious that I may be, my dilly dally ways have left me pinchin' pennies and beggin' for some pay. So fifty bucks, a rented tux, an easy ride that day, clandestine gig to get the scoop on what Tallulah says. I'd heard about that Bankhead broad, a foxy lady sure, and gender-bender quick to jump in bed with those not pure. A quintessential interstitial, between the ears she wants, would go with any randy, rambunctious recalcitrant, provided they had gizmo, either natural or toy, and it mattered not whether they were female or a boy. Though shilly-shally stupid me would often vacillate, a downtown wing ding Jim jam night sure could tintillate. Though diddlysquat I knew about the blowhards at this fest, I grabbed the half o' "C" and proudly donned my hat and vest. "Who is this Mickey Mouse I see, a hooligan adorned, whose hither yon and useless ways have often left him scorned!" And, though I felt like staring there, a mirrored self-lambaste, I grabbed my cape, usurped my thoughts, with little time to waste. Old Chico Marx, Doug Fairbanks Jr., Errol Flynn attend. Shortly warnings cut the air, "On guard my fuzzeled friend!" Glancing 'round, I'm thankful not to be the rapiered foe. The Fairbank's stare, the Errol swagger, glissade that they well know. "Nit pick not", I say, lest I become the prey. "Affaire de coeur my evil man", I hear Sir Douglas say. Old codger Chico wryly smiles with guilty funny face, when then Tallulah enters and her beauty fills the place. Defend Miss Bankhead, now I must, so I cold-cocked the man, Then turned around to find Tallulah, face to face we stand. "Miss Tallulah would ya like ta...well, I guess...get lucky?" To my surprise, her reply was, "Abso-bloody-lutely"! Off we went, ethereal bliss, my ego she and me. Hindsight temps with fifty bucks but I'd do it all for free! (In a dream!)
Enter Author Name (Not Required)