Underlined passage, 100 Selected Poems by e. e. cummings, p. 35
Forget your troubles
Come on get happy
You better chase all you cares away
Shout hallelujah
Come on get happy
Get ready for the judgement dayJudy Garland in Summer Stock (1950)
Come on, Dover, move your bloomin’ arse!
Like how my Oscar matches my dress? Oh, you do? Well, really, who wouldn’t.
Halle, honey, we get it. You’re impossibly beautiful and radiant and flawless. Now can you stop making the rest of us mere mortals feel bad? Kay thanks.