Posted by Admin on 29 May 2008, 12:00 am
We marvel at this talented performer,
our chief chameleon of the TV screen:
regard him with faint warmth that grows no warmer –
there really are too many hues of Green!
To sponsors’ spiels just see him give attention,
his manner gauged to suit each one’s estate;
ignore his ad-libbed humorous invention –
a joke in silence dead will not deflate
this man of mobile face and (sad declension)
a mimic’s innate urge to imitate.
The amateurs, the semi-pros, with zest
he welcomes – launching them for showbiz fame
with calls for votes – the viewers do the rest.
How big his build-up for a chosen name!
Nor does he overlook the off-stage men,
designers and the musical director –
his repartee with Sharples, now and then,
mock-caustic, and an instant laugh collector.
But watching him applaud the non-ideal,
congenial and lively as a grig;
this bonhomie, we wonder, is it real,
or false (we quote) as any fishwife’s wig?
T. C. Hudson 1976
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council