Must I Wait For Snow? Romantic IMprov Haiku

Must I wait ’til it/
snows in Chattanooga to/
kiss someone like you?
Bridget Jones’ Diary Snow Kiss

Curse You, Facebook! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I’m addicted to/
share pics and words with folks who/
don’t care, and see theirs.

Going to concerts/
solo reminds me how much/
I hate loneliness.

I was going to/
watch fireworks, then decided/
to watch fireflies dance.
OR
I was gonna watch/
fireworks fly, then decided/
to watch fireflies work.

Have I become too/
old, at last, to want to go/
out dancing weekends?

The red disc slowly/
slips beneath the horizon.
I can’t help but yawp.

Relic of long gone/
eras carries festive folk/
to see free sunsets.

Men stand, beer in hand,/
looking, bored, stage-ward, while their/
women dance hot. Why?

I hope she gives me/
another chance to dance and/
not get scared away.

That he is humbled/
by the great lake’s waters shows/
how he is immersed.