Arizona-Bound Ragtop: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

The car with no back/
window wants to go somewhere/
where it doesn’t snow.

Mind-Numbing Cold Poet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I want to write more/
poems but she’s late again and/
I’m cold and ticked off.

She is so Cali/
that she can’t even put a/
winter hat on right!
OR
She is such a So/
Cali girl, she puts winter/
hats on backwards… twice!

He protected us/
and wrecked his life. Who of us/
will now protect him?

They protected us/
and wrecked their lives. Who of us/
will lift and help them?

I learned a brand-new/
topless driving trick: Semi-/
truck shadow puppets!

When apples are free,/
The Little Red Hen and food/
porn go hand in hand.

I found my Scriptures./
Now I have no more excuse,/
‘cuz that’s all it was.

Such a strange evening:/
Full moon, cow herd mooing, trucks/
moving, trains wooooooing.

In the midst
of a Victorian ballroom
and punk
only a 50-something
and a 5-something
could rock it.
Why?
Or, maybe,
Y knot?

When artists dribble/
in corners under their work,/
is that also art?