Midnight Pals: Poetry (Patreon)

TS Eliot: Let's go now Eliot: to the kitchens and the sculleries Eliot: where bus boys put plates in sinks Eliot: people wear more hats these days Eliot: have you ever noticed there's more clouds these days Eliot: where's the fire Eliot: in your beautiful blue eyes, officer

Eliot: doctor doctor mister em dee Eliot: how much wood could a wood chuck chuck Eliot: is everyone having more sex than me Eliot: the beaches have waves Eliot: like emerald ivy Eliot: is it time? is it now? Lovecraft: BOOOOO Lovecraft: get better material!

TS Eliot: i i i TS Eliot: [sweating, hastily thumbing through cue cards that read 'more rambling nonsense']

Eliot: shall i put my hair behind? shall i dare to eat a peach? Lovecraft: BOOOOOOO Lovecraft: t-this is terrible you guys! Lovecraft: i don't want to hear a guy mooning over ethnic food! Lovecraft: i want real poetry!

Eliot: you don't like that? well how about this, i got another poem called the wasteland Lovecraft: BOOO Eliot: or maybe the love song of Lovecraft: BOOOO Eliot: [sweats] it's ok it's ok i got a million of em

Eliot: or maybe the hollow men Lovecraft: g-get off the stage, hack! King: jeez howard you're being kinda harsh there Lovecraft: i-i detest modernism!! Eliot: [sweating] i i i Eliot: i just got one more poem Lovecraft: BOOOOOOO! Eliot: it's about cats Lovecraft: BOOO- wait