Unopened Invitation: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Lament

The invitation /
was there but she did not care/
to open it up.

Always Such A Thrill, Until, She Looks, Then Looks Away: Romantic Email Haiku Lament

It is always a/
huge thrill when she views me, and,/
then, such a let down.

Let me know when
you think
the thought
you think
you’re going to think.

How long
do you think
it will take
to think
the think
you have to make?

Will she want to play?/
Or will she simply want to/
say: “Nice knowing you!” ?

I stood in the front/
room for a while, but no one/
was home, so I left.

Men know they are too/
intense when they write poetry/
and there’s no response.

Were I me, you she,/
given the invitation,/
I sure would have gone.

Were I she, she me,/
I would have invited me/
to her friend’s party.

There are few women/
worthy of sharing my joys./
Maybe she’ll be one.

She may need to stand/
me up. So why should I be /
feeling so guilty?