R.I.P. Patrick McGoohan

The Prisoner was once my fav'rite show
(Or one of them, at least; they've not been few),
This though I was born years after the blow
Of yanking it was dealt to those of you
Who saw it in its actual heyday.
It baffled me, which few TV shows try;
It rarely bothered to explain its plot,
It never spat contempt at my mind's eye
A quality that I enjoy a lot.
It scared me, too, the Rover and the town,
The chill succession of those Numbers One,
These frightened me more than even a clown
And Number Six used brains 'stead of a gun
To try to make his daring weird escapes.
Be Seeing You. At least I still have tapes...