Some day when I’m old/
and gray, I hope my kids will/
treat me that same way.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Parental Responsibility: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It was my parents’/
job to tell me *to change shirts,/
not some teenage girl’s.
Or
not one of my friend’s.
Or
*my shirts stunk.
Zombies And The Resurrection: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Utah’s obsessed with/
zombies. Is it because of/
the Resurrection?
Where’s The Joy? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
If “Man is that he/
might have joy”, why don’t Utah/
men look real happy?
Her Wooing Power: Romantic Rhyming IMprov Haiku
She is wooing me/
beyond my capacity/
to hold back my heart.
Start Of A Tough Journey: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
“Don’t stop believin'”/
means even more now to me/
than it did before.