Or Am I Just, At Last, Practical? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Have I become too/
old, at last, to want to go/
out dancing weekends?

Can’t Help But Yawp: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

The red disc slowly/
slips beneath the horizon.
I can’t help but yawp.

Relic of long gone/
eras carries festive folk/
to see free sunsets.

Men stand, beer in hand,/
looking, bored, stage-ward, while their/
women dance hot. Why?

It is sunset, and /
time, not to rhyme, but to yawp,/
or you might miss it.

It’s awful to hear/
a groovin’ funk band but have/
no one to dance with.

How do I say this/
goodbye? I don’t want to but/
know I’m supposed to.

When you drop your meds/
amidst Kibbles and Bits, yeah/
good luck finding them.

When you’re so square you’re/
hip, you might get a fistbump/
from Huey Lewis.

You trash me because/
I won’t be your Facebook friend?/
I thought I meant more.