Reading Of Facebook Romance: Romantic IMprov Haiku

He thought of all the/
romance he’d read of, yet was/
never in such tales.

Getting Cozy With Mr. Lonely: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku Lament

So many can get/
cozy in ways where I’m just/
feeling more lonely.

Why Would Someone Ask About My Kissing? Revolutionary IMprov Limerick

I kiss. Kissing is swell.
(I’ve been told I kiss well!*)
But part of my allure
is that a woman can be sure
that I will never ever tell.

*Kissing analysis and statistics gathered from independent study participants who volunteered their comments and information. Analysis, insights, summaries and anecdotal comments included:
“_______!!! Oh ______!!!!!!”
“______! And then, __________!!!”
and:
“________? Dave _________, and I _______!!!”
Past performance should be indicative of future results.

I Thought I Was Being Private: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s not ’til later,/
after you urinate by/
the lake, bug bites itch.

Or
When you have to pee/
late by the lake, mosquito/
bites show much later.

Muse Never By Name: Romantic Email Free Verse Poem

Some may call out
their Love
loudly,
in public.

I would never,
by name,
name her who inspires,
uplifts,
motivates me.

She
will be
still.
Quiet.
Unknown
to the world,
known only
to me.

As it should be.

I won’t write
about her,
by name;
by specific reference.
The world would never say:
“This piece about her,
specifically.”

Who was the piece
“Fuer Elise” for?
Who was Elise?

If she is my muse,
I must write about her.
I cannot keep silent
about her.

But no one will ever know,
for sure,
it is her.

Just as God writes about people:
“There was a certain woman …”
keeping her identity
private,
only by inspiration
known.

And if she asks:
“Is it I?”,
I may smile.

Restaurant Puke Talk: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why do people in/
restaurants think it’s okay to/
talk about puking?