Loud Mouth Shy Guy: Romantic IMprov Haiku

She never knew: Down/
the alley was a guy who/
had no guts to ask.

Long Song Short To K: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Tho she doesn’t like/
haiku, she might enjoy this,/
knowing who it’s for.

Is a compliment/
kind if it is true? Do we/
speak nice when honest?

I’m wondering if/
someone wants to help me fill/
out my family tree.

She, dressed in red, said: /
“Save me a dance!” I forgot,/
lost my romance chance.

She was set to leave,/
to wash her hair. One more dance/
with me; then she could.

It’s that morning when/
nobody contacts you on/
Facebook: You don’t care!

When the zucchini/
are much too teeny, one should/
water more freely!

How does she do that?/
Each time I get too cocky,/
she humbles with love.

Blessed are those who/
love their own company and/
have fun with themselves.