The Answer To Morning Temptations: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Let the answer be:/
“NO!” It brought me nothing but/
messed up sheets and guilt.
OR

mussed sheets and sadness.

If The Prodigal Son Finds Nobody Home: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

How can I tell you/
of my joyous return when/
you already left?

OR
How can he tell her/
of his joyous return when/
she already left?

How can I tell of/
the joys that I’m feeling deep,/
when she said goodbye?

OR
How can I relate/
the joys that I’m feeling, when/
she already left?

Her soul felt so much/
pain. We could have learned from it,/
but she stayed silent.

When she said goodbye,/
she said: “That was easy.” I’m/
sad it was for her.

It is such a strange/
role reversal: she’s wanting /
the game more than me.

When I give her what/
she asks for, and she turns it/
down, I’ll stop trying.

When you ask for it,/
I will deliver more. But/
reject it, I quit.

Well golly Gee!/
And good for you!/
You’re getting to see/
What you wanted to!/

You wanted so bad to go/
You could nearly taste it!/
You would’ve gone with a troll!/
It’d be a pity to waste it!/

Spend your evening with some other/
instead of with me./
Perhaps he’ll be the lover/
that I can no longer be./

And now that your old ticket is free/
I’ll search to discover who’ll go with me*!

OR
I’ll search for another who wants to be with me.

Nobody told me/
about the cotton swab dance./
I would have been there.