"Smiles, everyone, smiles!"
As part of a creative writing course taken in college our professor asked us to assemble our own poetry portfolio. Inspired by watching some compelling television shows as a child, terrible verse was conjured up and written without remorse in my youth. Those words and images long forgotten emerged from my memory with a fresh perspective for a grade. May I present Tattoo's Fantasy an Ode to Hervé Villechaize. Looking back and exploring my pre adolescent mind perhaps I imagined poor little Tattoo was occasionally bullied by the commandingly suave, Mr. Rourke.
Fifty- thousand dollars for a three night stay. What would your fantasy be?
Opening theme to Fantasy Island..guests included Bill Bixby the "Incredible Hulk" and the Rat-Pack's Peter Lawford who most women considered an "incredible hunk". 1978- I was just happy to be able to stay up past nine o'clock.
I am goofy Tattoo beside Mr. Rourke
always detecting de plane.
The island guests you eagerly greet
tread heels upon my midget feet
gardenia lei's and chilled champagne
a clientele of narcissistic insane.
Hologram munchkin in Life's Great Brain
born half a man but destined to reign.
I am tiny Tattoo, beside Mr. Rourke
plotting out my fantasy.
Oh, bloody gore of a bludgeoned head
a transformed ruler as the "Boss" lies dead.
My rocket launcher aimed at the sky
screaming passengers prepare to die.
No longer knome like sidekick guy
I am Island Tyrant, three feet high.