Monty Python loses yet another,
Comedy cries for its gifted brother.
You dressed as women and old crones,
The eternally funny Mr Terry Jones.
A nation's treasured favourite tv programme,
With a dead parrot and spam spam spam.
Up in heaven you're having a laugh,
As Graham Chapman reads your epitaph.
Nos da, Terry.
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