Happy Hallmark Day!

One hundred years of selling crap,

Of tacky verses, mindless pap,

And vulgar jokes and puns that pass

For humour with the underclass.

They're there in every shopping mall,

Purveyors to the urban sprawl

Of hen night trimmings in bad taste

And pointless cards, a useless waste

Of paper, money, space and time;

You name it, they'll supply the rhyme,

To prove there's no need for thought

When sentiments can just be bought.