An afternoon nostalgia
Television show
You spoke in silhouette
(but they couldn't 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
(Won'T 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
I remembered you