Sweet Worder: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

I’m gonna be sick./
He is so slick, throwing out/
sweet words* like St. Nick.

OR
*flirts

Alone At The Open Window Gently Used: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

Does she recall, at/
all, laying in bed, folded,/
hearing the rain fall?

Seeing Santa bring/
toys to good girls and boys can’t/
help but bring you joy.

She shakes her head, and/
like sunlight reflected/
off waves, I’m blinded.

She captivates me./
Blue streaked hair, n’er tongue, too young,/
yet I get misty.

Finding more random/
joys: Santa, hand bell ringers,/
Young singers: Noel!

Her I/O /
was low (she said.) Instead, I/
showed her: It’s not so!

Given my druthers,/
I’d rather ride with her than/
crusty old truckers.

The decks are again/
cleared, and I’m just waiting to/
hear, once more, from her.

I wish that she would/
listen to me. But she won’t,/
because she don’t care.