Seven Ornaments, One Branch, Who Cares Learning: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

There’s so much we fret/
about as young parents. Then/
we learn what matters.

Blue Head Shaken, Not Stirred: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

She shakes her head, and/
like sunlight reflected/
off waves, I’m blinded.

She captivates me./
Blue streaked hair, n’er tongue, too young,/
yet I get misty.

It’s interesting/
how people read mean meanings/
when no mean is meant.

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

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

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

It’s always awesome/
to be insulted by a /
woman you don’t know.

Parents who complain/
about their kids bugging them/
aren’t empty nesters.

Many people have/
sacred experiences/
in Springville’s Temple.