“I shall write her sweet/
poetry, tend her roses,/
and cook her herb’d eggs.”
Or:
“I shall write her sweet/
poetry, tend her garden,/
and pick her roses.”
Tag Archives: IMprov Poetry
Make ‘Em Laugh: Romantic IMprov Haiku
Women claim they love men/
who make them laugh. Why am I/
not more popular?
Oming The Yoga Pants Girl: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
I danced with the girl/
in yoga pants, and hoped for/
a chance to om her.
What Prince Charming (Moi) Needs: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poem
He dances.
He cooks.
He romances.
He looks
sharp in a tux,
but needs his et ux,
his uxor
to adore.
Just one
for fun.
No more.
Seeing Hidden Nature: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I’m grateful for a/
Dad and Grandma who helped me/
see hidden nature.
Summer Strawberry Shortcake Challenge: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku(s)
I bought strawberries/
for Mom today. She had some/
already. Who cares?
AND
Seeing strawberry /
shortcake for dessert makes me/
forget all the rest.
AND
Strawberry shortcake/
brings back summer memories/
and smiles and drooling.
Driving To A Blind Date: Romantic IMprov Haiku
She stared and smiled at/
me, eyes gleaming, thrilled to meet,/
until I stood up.
Dance Like Everyone’s Watching: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I sing and dance like/
folks are watching ‘cuz it lets/
them sing and dance, too.
— A haiku from the I-15 topless dancer.
Believe Her: Romantic IMprov Haiku
“I am not really/
interested in dating”./
So I believed her.
Who Am I: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poem
Confused /
by femme attitudes,/
I soon knew/
I must face the task/
and ask/
a desired woman/
a difficult question.
Thinking twice,/
I sought advice/
from a female friend./
She looked at me, and then/
She queried, soft and slow: /
“Why ask me? You are Cyrano.”
And I recalled there’s always room/
for another white plume.