Jane's Poem

A sketch from A Bit of Fry & Laurie

Stephen is at a desk, reciting.

Stephen "Crate, a normil nighman
Hane a freethy stipe
You veen where musse is Simon
Critch botty trees a wipe."

I first wrote the poem from which that verse was an extract when my dear wife Enemy died. I wrote it again in 1978 after hearing of the death of rock music. I'd like with your kind indulgence to write it once more. Thank you.

Stephen sits and writes.

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