As I’m leaving town,/
she’s getting mani-pedI’d/
and her eyebrows waxed.
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Lost Lisa Danced: Haiku Lament
Forty years later/
I still wonder if Lisa/
would have danced* with me.
OR
*gone
OR
*prommed
Not The One, Now What: Rhyming Poem
I thought
you could be the one,
but if you say
you are not,
you are not.
Now what?
My Muse On The Lake: Romantic Limerick
Funny thing/
this evening,/
you weren’t my muse,/
and I was amused:/
your son was.