Clement Clarke Moore and/or Major Henry Livingston, Jr, call the Poetry Crisis Line (part 6)

CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE: We had just settled down
MAJ. HENRY LIVINGSTON, JR: For our long winter’s nap.
ROSIE (counselor): You mean like a bear?

[For earlier installments of this series, click here.]

 

The Fanta Menace

CUSTOMER (dressed as Leia): Can I get a Coke, please?
CONCESSIONER (dressed as Palpatine): That is not the drink you’re looking for.
CUSTOMER: Pepsi is fine.
CONCESSIONER: We have no Pepsi.
CUSTOMER: Mountain Dew?
CONCESSIONER: Try or try not, there is no Dew.
CUSTOMER: What do you have?
CONCESSIONER: Fruit-flavored soft drinks only. Hahahahahahahaha!

SECOND CONCESSIONER (dressed like stormtrooper, missing cup): Damn.

 

Ada Limon calls the Poetry Crisis Line

JERRY (counselor): Poetry Crisis Line, what is your emergency?
ADA LIMON (caller): Look, we are not unspectacular things.
JERRY: True.
LIMON: We’ve come this far, survived this much.
JERRY: Good for you!
LIMON: What would happen if we decided to survive some more?
JERRY: You probably would. Until you didn’t.
LIMON: To love harder?
JERRY: Uh…about the same.

 

From “Dead Stars” by Ada Limon