Because Height (Evidently) Matters: Romantic IMprov Haiku Lament

He wondered how it/
would feel to be acknowledged/
as the too-short friend.
OR

He wondered how it/
would feel to be acknowledged/
as the overlooked love.

Being Bold Before Exiting: Romantic IMprov Haiku

She claimed that she would/
rather embrace me, but then/
made a quick exit.

She claimed she was shy,/
but her witty repartee’/
blew up that theory.

If you’re in deep fog,/
spread your limbs wide and embrace/
new, deep sensations.

Were she to propose/
to me with verses tawdry,/
I’d accept quickly.

She said I’d reject/
text proposals, but what’s more/
romantic than words?

I hoisted a glass/
of frothy red juice toward/
the West, her saucy.
OR
I hoisted a glass/
of frothy red juice westward,/
t’ward her fieriness.

How awesome to know/
that, in some way, we are all/
broken, but He heals.

He wondered where she’d/
go for fresh lime gelato/
and baked pizza dough?

At what point does his/
flattering persistence turn/
to obnoxiousness?