Blonde-Made Caprese’ : Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming IMbic Haiku

I’d say caprese’/
should eas’ly trump blondes all day./
But I would be wrong.

Looking For Work Creation: Revolutionary IMprov Blogging Haiku

We are creators.
Our own destiny awaits.
Give up density.

How painful will it/
be the day that there’s no more/
exclusivity?

Rehearsals don’t work./
Your real life’s audition and/
audience await.

My hand’s void of pen./
I walk Inspiration’s beach./
Who’ll be my muse-scribe?

Should each email, text/
or IM get a response?/
Do you say “Hi!” back?

Your muse repeats my/
flowing. Words set you glowing./
Yours get me growing.

I am out of town./
She eats pickles for breakfast./
It’s so Freudian.

Again, you inspire!/
Your muse fans creative fires!/
I miss you the more.

When the world’s taxing,/
I need relaxing. I find/
you are my fine wine.