Little Man, What Now?

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, nineteen sixty nine

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