Poetry and Stories by Dixie

A Visit To La-La Land
The Ruler of ABC TV
Tim Curry, Legend
Tropical Tim Dream
Our Hero
He's Played 'em All

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A Visit To La-La Land

'Twas the day of the taping
And from near and far
Tim's fans came a-running
By plane, train and car
For a glimpse of Our Hero,--
Oh, scamper and scurry!!
We're holding our breaths
For a taste of Hot Curry!!

We're clutching our tickets
In damp little hands
And hope the security
Guard understands
That we've waited in line
The best part of the day;
--Now he's saying the public
Must be turned away!!

The seats are all taken
By bigwigs and stars,
So it seems we must sadly
Go back to our cars...
But a glance at the roof
And emergency stair
Suggests an idea:
No guard posted there...

Come, Dina and Barb,
Kelly, Josh and Christine!!
--To the ramparts, mes enfants,
For Timmy's big scene!!
A crowd of this size
Isn't easy to stop...
Is everyone with me?
--Then,--OVER THE TOP!!!

- By Dixie J. Whitted 4/19/97


The Ruler of ABC TV

(Apologies to W. S. Gilbert)

When Tim was a lad, he sought the stage;
(He'd been doing Shakespeare at a tender age)
He appeared in "Hair" as a devotee'
(And stripping to the buff was its raison d'etre);
He stripped to the buff in a style so strange
That now he is an actor with tremendous range;
He's played some characters that are quite strange
To demonstrate an awesome and amazing range.

Flushed with success (and stage-floor burn),
He then auditioned for his "Rocky" turn;
He sang "Tutti-Fruitt" with elan and style,
So he next turned up in fishnets and a wicked smile...
As Dr. Frank-N-Furter he was truly stunning
(And twenty-two years later, the film's still running),
Proving for all time, though some find it strange,
That nothing daunts an actor with his fearless range;
Though mainstream critics may call him "strange,"
His fans all know his talent has unequalled range.

More films have followed, and stage plays too,
Cartoon voiceovers give him lots to do;
An occasional commercial meets his gardener's pay,
--But we'd really like to see him do a worthwhile play
Or a movie role that deserves his skills...
(Not the sort that vanishes from theatre bills).
Will his TV series let him grow and change,
And demonstrate his wild and wicked acting range?
We'll be watching, Timmy, in a silence strange,
And cheering as you wow us with your talent range!!

- By Dixie J. Whitted 7/5/97


Tim Curry, Legend

Is he the demon in our dreams
Or darkling lover breathing flame
Of perfect passion, to discover
The acolytes who call his name?

The liquid fire of his song
Consumes our hammer-pounding hearts
And makes the lonely nights too long
Awaiting his satanic arts...

Or is he then a Galahad,
A saintly seeker of the light,
A holy, upward-looking lad,
Whose thoughts and deeds are ever bright?

Enough to worship from afar
Our unicorn, our shining star.

- By Dixie J. Whitted 6/9/97


Tropical Tim Dream

His smile that glows, half-tantalizing,
Those lips, formed only for a kiss,
The sidelong glances, mesmerizing,
From twilight eyes that promise bliss...

A faun surprised, he gazes back,
The chilly night grows mild and warm;
And in love's certain swift attack
The spark thus lit turns,--fire-storm.

To know his touch, to taste his love,
The pleasure must be absolute;
To count the wheeling stars above
Half-drunk on purple passion fruit...

- By Dixie J. Whitted 6/10/97


Our Hero

What sometime boyish gentleman
Is this whose looks are dark and bright,
Who plays upon the pipes of Pan
The haunting music of the night?
Who leads his flock to joys untold
The while they gather at his feet;
His soaring voice like molten gold,
Nor seraphim can sing as sweet...

Half-god, half-devil, all divine;
Satanic or celestial fire?
--We care not, could we but entwine
And quench a heaven of desire.

For Tim, our longing and despair,
Has mastered all the occult arts...
Come then, to him fealty swear
And build a pyre of our hearts.

- By Dixie J. Whitted 10/3/97


He's Played 'em All

Richelieu is seeking power;
Rooster just wants cash;
Simon takes a nice hot shower,
Making quite a splash.
Herkermer Homolka's looking
For a diamond mine;
Thornton Poole seeks romance
--Will you be his valentine?
Tim's played 'em all, himself,
He's played 'em all...

Long John Silver's
Hunting treasure;
Kermie tries to foil him;
Winston Newquay
Gives us pleasure
(How we'd love to spoil him!);
Frank-N-Furter,
Bold, erotic,
Builds himself a toy
For his tastes, a bit exotic
(Boy gets girl -- AND boy).
Tim's played 'em all.
(That's right,--he's played 'em all.)

Jigsaw's "cookies"
May be loaded;
Pennywise can float;
Vladikov's instructions,
Coded,
Cost McHale his boat;
Larry Gormley's singing
Will ignite your underwear...
Timmy's played the roles
No other thespian would dare.
Yes, played 'em to the hilt
And then beyond...

(He's scintillating...Stardust!! Stardust!!)

Sweet Bill Snibson's
In the peerage
When all's said and done;
Slippery Simon
Stalks the steerage
Just for good clean fun...
Wadsworth's serving
Fruit or brandy
To the lucky few,
But with all those weapons handy,
They could use a clue...
(He plays it cool, does Tim,
He's always cool.)

Stevie Streeter's
Acting swinish
As a rock star will
Poet Man feels
Auld lang syne-ish;
Jigsaw shoots to kill...
Simon Ferguson
Got fired,
But avoided jail.
Though his converts
Seem inspired,
Ga'al just worships Ga'al...
(Why not indeed?
He...fills a need.)

Bill Sykes
Bludgeons his poor Nancy,
Suffers for his deed;
Need religion,
Plain or fancy?
Feed Ray Palmer's greed.
For a dancer
Whose hot kisses
Break the fire code,
Try Boyd Pinter
When his missus
Makes him hit the road...
(He'll melt your socks,
That's all,--he'll make you rock!!)

Darkness wants
A sweet young maiden
To embrace his dream;
Evil Hexxus, petrol-laden,
Chants his oily theme.
Captain Hook
Clangs swords with Peter,
Crocodile or not...
And what could be
Any sweeter
Than Grand Wizard?
(Or as hot?)
Turn up the heat,
Our Curry sweet.

Amadeus
Writes those great songs
For our adulation;
The Brackett trio
Weirdly throngs
A stranger simulation...
And Will Shakespeare's
Sweetest sonnet
Can't describe Tim's grace:
Fitted out in fishnets
With cosmetics on his face...
(He struts his stuff,
That boy,--can't get enough!)

Alan Swann
Goes on to glory,
Singing all the way.
Sly MacHeath's
Another story:
Beggar's roundelay...
Then there's Zimbo
And the Snorch
And Chicken a la King.
(Am I carrying a torch?
--I'll say! Of Tim I sing...)
He's sTIMulating!
He'll CURRY your ills, mon...)

- By Dixie J. Whitted 7/29/97


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