An afternoon nostalgia Television show You spoke in silhouette (but they couldnÂŽt name you) Though the panel were very polite to you
Oh, but I remembered you Friday nights, 1969 ATV - you murdered every line Too old to be a child star Too young to take leads Four seasons passed And they AXED you
Nervous juvenile (WONÂŽT SMILE!) What became of you ? Did that swift eclipse Torture you ?
A star at eighteen And then - suddenly gone Down to a few lines
In the back page Of a faded annual Oh, but I remembered you