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