Hallmark moments do surround
My mind when greetings sound.
A word, a thought
A gift they bought.
Propels me to rebound.
A master of these cards, am I?
I choose what “Makes me cry”.
Or I laugh till I am sick,
Cause the poem there, it is, I think
So goofy, I must buy.
A devout fan of the embossed card.
Sometimes finding one’s hard.
Because they can be vague,
Just like family Hage.
I’ll keep looking, like a high tower guard.
It seems right that the verses inside,
Contain humor, or else I’d hide.
I find so many on a lark,
I should buy stock in Hallmark.
In flowery phrases I abide.