Elves In The Farmer’s Market: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Even in distant/
farmers’ markets, gnomes and elves/
remind me of her.

Native Packer Fans: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

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

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.

I’d never seen a/
full moon play hide and seek ‘cross
ponds, rivers and lakes.

My wild tales of an/
orange shirt in London got/
me another one!

My tales of wearing/
orange shirts in London got/
me another one!

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