Native Packer Fans: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Here in PackerLand,/
even wild flowers and farm/
fields are green and gold.

No Ticket At Lambeau: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When you drive stupid,/
but are a Pack shareholder,/
Green Bay cops are nice.

Of all the Diems/
that I have ever Carpe’d,/
Lambeau could be great.

She didn’t want to/
help guide me home. No matter:/
The full moon shone bright.

If she were driving/
late and needed me to keep/
her awake, I would.

It’s not that I had/
nothing to say. I just had/
no time to say it.

When I hear that folks/
have given up on her I/
ask: ” Lord, is it I?”

Ironic to hear/
“Losing my religion” in/
the church parking lot.

She called him “Babe”, then/
decided it did not mean/
anything to her.

Why can’t I plead for /
what I feel I need without/
harsh castigation?