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