Children’s Beach Laughter: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Kids playing on a/
winter beach doesn’t sound much/
diff’rent than summer.
OR

Kids playing on a/
winter beach sounds no diff’rent/
than in the summer.

Walking On Water: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I don’t fathom what/
the big deal is. I walk on/
water every year.

I am not as good/
as he was, but we both loved/
gardens, so we’re kin.

Hot tub boy-men put/
soap foam beards on their faces./
They can’t grow their own.

No matter where in/
the world I am, my shoes come/
off. They’s just gotsta.

Driving down Pac Coast/
One, Hendrix “All Along The/
Watchtower” rock hard.

I did send you a/
picture of my heart. That’s art./
But you don’t like it.

I was scum, full of/
deception, bad. So? Tell me/
something I don’t know.

OR
I was scum, full of /
deception. So? Now tell me/
something I don’t know.

The Italian food/
was maybe better then, ‘cuz/
we were deep in love.

What if she is not/
ambivalent? What if she/
is just scared? Like me?