Why I Don’t Write For Her: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

If I don’t write poems/
for her, that don’t mean nothin’/
‘ceptin’ that I’m tired.

Because I Can Sing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

After 50 years,/
I sang every song from The/
Sound of Music. Ja!
OR
After 50 years,/
I sing each Sound of Music/
song because I can!

What if my “Finding/
Forrester” only takes a /
look in the mirror?

Daisy, Daisy. Once/
more, thoughts of her come into/
my life.I’m confused.

I don’t need to chill./
After waiting so long, that’s/
the last thing I need!

How do I make sure/
she won’t feel objectified,/
yet still feels desired?

A rebound is a/
chance to get another chance/
at something you missed.

She has decided/
to ignore me. How, then, can/
I send her a hug?

I offered to write/
a gift poem. She said I had./
I won’t pen again.

When I was with her,/
my life was full of joy and/
fun. But now I’m not.