Writing Cool Cyrillic Poetry: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I wish I could write /
poetry that looks as cool/
as Без названия does.

Freudian Pickles: Romantic IMprov Haiku

I am out of town./
She eats pickles for breakfast./
It’s so Freudian.

Begging the Question of Half Full or Half Empty Glasses: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Is the glass half full?/
Is the glass half empty? Be/
glad you have a glass!

Viva la Revolucion, Part 2: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Who am I? I am/
the Revolution. It starts/
and ends in my brain.

Women Confuse: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

All women confuse./
All men are confused by them./
Some more than others.

Super Bowl Wish: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku (GO PACKERS!)

My dad (did I mention he and my Grandpa George were at the Ice Bowl?) came on-line on Facebook Instant Messaging the day before the Super Bowl (Packers vs. Steelers). This is my IMprov Haiku to him. (They just had a major blizzard):
I wish I was in /
Wisconsin to watch the Green/
and Gold in packed snow.

OR
in packed bars.

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Scared of Kiwi Down Under: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Kiwi now scares me/

because it screams she’s not where /

 she, hot, wants to be.

Muses’ Join Together: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

A friend argued with me that she wasn’t the muse for piece I wrote. This is an IMprov haiku response:

Sometimes muses join/
together. Creation is/
summarization.

To Dump or Be Dumped: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Prompted by a discussion thread on Deb Slater’s Eek!Harmony on Facebook
Recovery’s long/
when you’re dumped. But when you dump,/
you feel like garbage.

Aaahhhhhhh! Pho!: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Pppppphhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooooo! It settles/
spiced and yummy in my tum/
me thinks I want more!