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:
Beggars' 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...)