Self-Proclaiming Muse: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

She who must proclaim/
herself a great muse is not/
likely to be one.

Burn Shower: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Each time I take a/
shower so hot it burns my/
skin, I think of her.

I got the lady/
in red’s phone number though I/
would do nichts with it.

I don’t care. I don’t/
care. I don’t care, I don’t care,/
I don’t care. I don’t.

I earnestly prayed,/
His answer was clear: “Ask her/
for blonde referrals.”

I should go wallow/
in pathetic positive/
self pity alone.

She was frustrated/
by my optimism, and/
turned pessimistic.

If you sit behind/
God’s servant as he’s broadcast,/
put down your knitting!

It is easy to/
mind read and wallow in my/
self pity. Just stop!

I fear no one will/
be glad to see me as I/
go into Heaven.