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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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A Response To My First Poem
My first poem posted at Soup (it truly is one of my first poems since I enjoyed doing parodies of Christmas lyrics long before I began writing other kinds of poetry) I Heard Mother (to tune of "I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Clause") I heard Mother scolding Santa's elf As I prowled the house on Christmas Eve. He'd hid in St. Nick's sleigh And then sneaked out to play After having waited for his boss to fly away. Mother caught him gobbling all our snacks After he tore open every gift. Oh, when she glared down at his face, He went scrambling from our place Screaming, "Santa, stop the sleigh- I need a lift!" Written Sept. 28, 2015 - New Poem: The Elf’s response: A Helper Am I (to tune of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”) A helper am I. I’m so underfed. I just want to cry; I only get bread. Santa doesn’t pay me a dime! I see all the gifts laid out on the floor. All year I slave so rich kids get more?! Santa doesn’t pay me a dime! Folks leave out milk for Santa. He hardly seems to care! And so I eat at every stop the snacks that I find there! A helper am I. I’m so underfed. I just want to cry; I only get bread. Santa doesn’t pay me a dime! For the Contest of the Silent One
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