Short Judy Garland Poems
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Along with Judy Garland, this star was born
They rang the bells and sounded the horns
Yup! Li'l ole me
On my mommies knee
Destined for greatness but my mind was stillborn
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Oz
Wizard
Wicked witch
Emerald City
Lions and tigers and bears oh my
Insuring singer Judy Garland immortality
She is most watched movie of all time, thrilling generation after generation
Along with Judy Garland, this star was born
Twas me, they rang the bells and sounded the horns
Yup! Li'l ole me
On my mommies knee
Destined for greatness but my mind was stillborn
Along with Judy Garland, this star was born
Twas me, they rang the bells and sounded the horns
Yup! Li'l ole me
On my mommies knee
Destined for greatness but my mind was stillborn
Judy Garland and Toto were a magically duo
A ninety thirties magical tale Land of Oz thereunto
Was four-years-old
A magical tale retold
My sister took me, there were stars in my proscuitto
Many Ziegfeld Girls started out wearing costumes so fine.
We did not know them, but they were gorgeous and danced in a line.
This photo is amazing from 1941.
It has Hedy Lamar, Judy Garland and Lana Turner, what fun!
Along with Judy Garland, this star was born
Twas for me, they rang the bells and sounded the horns
Yup! Li'l ole me
On my mommies knee
Destined for greatness but my mind was stillborn
© Jack Ellison 2015
The ghost of Judy Garland
Is visible at night:
Amphetamine-white phantom
Floats through the moon-mist light.
The Emerald City’s toppled,
The yellow bricks are dust,
And Dorothy’s dead in Kansas;
Tin Woodman’s gone to rust.
The ghost of Judy Garland is audible as well—
New York, New York’s her kind of town—
Manhattan-angel’s Hell.
People dress in their Sunday best.
Each one tries to outdo all the rest.
I can just hear Judy Garland and Fred Astaire sing.
That late, great couple reminds us of a once-a-year thing.
Are you going to wear that Easter bonnet you made?
You surely would look grand in an Easter Parade.
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The ghost of Judy Garland
Is visible at night:
Amphetamine-white phantom
Floats through the moon-mist light.
The Emerald City’s toppled,
The yellow bricks are dust,
And Dorothy’s dead in Kansas;
Tin Woodman’s gone to rust.
The ghost of Judy Garland is audible as well—
New York, New York’s her kind of town—
Manhattan-angel’s Hell.
10-92
Welcome to The Heavenly Happiness Express.
Mr. Rogers will be our conductor tonight.
There is absolutely no fright or distress.
We’re traveling to a world of blissful moonlight.
Leave all your troubles and sorrows back at the ranch.
Peanut butter? Sure, and chocolate eclairs too.
Judy Garland is the featured singer in car number sixty-four.
Bring your friends and expect to have a sing along you will adore.
Thought I heard a bluebird sing
somewhere over the rainbow
I was wrong 'twas but a song
playing away there on the radio
bought a garland and some gum
for Frances the girl next door
sadly due to a bad accident in London
the unfortunate lady is here no more
studio moguls and public pressures
to their shame were to blame no doubt
but the brainless Scarecrow simply said
of her... 'She just plain wore out'
"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue,"
A radio plays where the curtains withdrew
Her distant voice drifts from another room,
Drizzling drops still fall and dark clouds loom
In another place, another day, another time,
The house was new and the weather sublime
Winds whistle through windows broken,
Singing along with the lyrics spoken
Echoing from somewhere with hope anew,
"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue."