Believe Her: Romantic IMprov Haiku

“I am not really/
interested in dating”./
So I believed her.

Who Am I: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poem

Confused /
by femme attitudes,/
I soon knew/
I must face the task/
and ask/
a desired woman/
a difficult question.

Thinking twice,/
I sought advice/
from a female friend./
She looked at me, and then/
She queried, soft and slow: /
“Why ask me? You are Cyrano.”

And I recalled there’s always room/
for another white plume.

If Facebook didn’t/
exist, I wouldn’t know or/
care much about her.

She likes being an/
oracle. Is that eas’er/
than being a muse?
Or
She likes being his/
oracle. It’s less scary/
than being his muse.

When the mood is right,/
and his brain works in time,/
he takes delight/
thinking in verse and rhyme.

He gets inspiration/
from many a source./
There’s no frustration/
as creativity runs its course.

His brain thinks aloud/
in a myriad of forms./
what others see through a shroud,/
he views as the norm.

As he views life and thinks upon it,/
he can write haiku, free verse or sonnet.

He wondered how she/
felt, deep, about being both/
muse and oracle.

It is silly to/
shop at stores that don’t carry/
what you’re looking for.

It’s the simple things/
in life which bring joy, like the/
rhubarb hat fan club.

She sat on the couch/
with me, smiled, and said: “Maybe!”/
Do I wait? Or ask?

When you’re on Facebook,/
you can get compliments from/
beauties you don’t know.