Why Can’t We Be Friends? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Some claim a nose and/
an armpit can’t be friends. Why/
not? Who nose* stench best?
OR
*finds

Where My Nose Is: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

I asked her what she/
was doing. Her silence said:/
“None of your business!”

Unexpected London Calamity: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

An unexpected/
London calamity: Nose/
allergies explode.

To A Woman Who Nose How Men Are: Romantic IMprov Email Sonnet

I could be, you know,
her Cyrano,
(albeit, I suppose,
without the pronounced nose.)

I mean, I do have one,
(most breathing men do),
but the nom de plume’s for fun,
not some large thing I often blew.

For a true poet, instead,
may pose as Cyrano to discuss
the improv poetry in his head;
NOT his proboscis!

I hope she’ll consider if she’d soon deign to meet,
where I will woo her with words witty and sweet.

Gifting Your Head, Not Your Nose: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick and Haiku

Going 2 bring U a rose,/
I barely could change clothes!/
Instead I gifted/
yer head,/
not yer nose:
To art curators,/
is everything a work of/
art, or is nothing?