Friday 31 December 2010

A dream about musicals: a poem by James Duggan

A dream about musicals was written by James Duggan for Jill Hyde and the members of the Liverpool Phoenix Concert Orchestra and Judy, Julie, Dolories, Diane, Kevin, Richard and John in 2010… well, I was there too……
A dream about musicals: by James Duggan
Last night I had a dream about musicals
I dropped three coins in a fountain
Julie Andrews appeared; on top of a mountain
Swaying and swirling and singing with glee
She said, “Come, sing with me”
“But, what’ll I sing?”; “Oh anything,
Just remember to start at the very beginning.”
As I began singing, a church bell was ringing,
She said, “Oh dear, I must go,
But come with me, for some tea,
To the cute little convent below.”
When we arrived, Henry Higgins
Was there with Eliza,
Eating jelly and custard and
Surrounded by a lot of young men
She spoke of the weather, and
The rain on the plain in Spain again and again and again.
Freddie arrived and sang about
The street where she lived.
Higgins was livid and stormed out of the place
Not before turning, picking up the bowl and
Throwing some custard in her face.
Andrew Lloyd Webber appeared
Rehearsing his version of Guys & Dolls
All gangsters in sharp suits and spats
But when I looked closely
I saw the cast was mostly
A few dogs and a whole load of cats.
Porgy was there with his Bess, if you ask me why, no reason,
It’s a dream, I guess
Lloyd Webber said wow
And the cats went miaow:
The whole thing was a bit of a mess.
I moved out west
To a bright golden haze on the meadow
And a strapping young man said, “Welcome to Oklahoma.”
His name was Curry and he showed me his surrey
The whole thing happened in such a hurry
There was a horse and a cow and a calf,
We had a bit of a laugh and I said,
“This place should be called Jokelahoma!
I floated to somewhere unspecific
To a sunset on some enchanted evening
Ah yes, South Pacific.
There a panto dame and a girl were sharing a wig
I started to stare
The girl said, “Shoo!”,
Grabbed some shampoo and
Washed that dame right out of her hair.
Julie A appeared again in a car
No, a taxi,
Being chased by a horrible nazi,
She said, “Sing!”, but when I opened my mouth
Nothing came out
I had woken up and then I knew
For a dream about musicals
To come true
Needs an orchestra like the one
Playing here
On the stage
For one night only
Especially for you.

Thanks James.
See also my post on the Liverpool Phoenix Concert Orchestra

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