She Danced With Me Sort Of: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I hope she gives me/
another chance to dance and/
not get scared away.

Perfect Fit Dating TMI: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku Lament

Oh shit! They fit so/
anatomic perfect!/
I don’t want to know.

It is sunset, and /
time, not to rhyme, but to yawp,/
or you might miss it.

In your times of grief,/
though I wasn’t there, you were/
always in my prayers.

Will I bring a chair?/
NO! I’ll dance, swear: “My heart of/
rock and roll still beats.”

How do we get to/
Geneva? We don’t know, but/
we get that we’ll go.

If I become an /
irrelevant man to her,/
then what’s my purpose?

Some day I may be/
worthy of what she wrote: Her/
Love’s soliloquy.

She’s distracted* by
art abstracted. I wonder:
What’s under her curls?
OR
*She’s impacted by

When reality/
TV turned more important/
than me, I turned off.