Greeting cards yes

I went to a cards dealer
with my poetic greetings
he laughed his guts out
came down the steps tumbling
he said Lovedly
lovely poetry
I will pay you just a scent
one puff
if you accept
just a flying kiss
he had a long
white scrawling beard

and poems for gravestones.

for graveyards poems I refused
coz he'd say
now I need one
please give some
donation
my heart you have broken
I ran
his tumble was
nearly fatal