The
actor who played me when I was 14
Died
the other day; he rated a few lines
And
an old photograph in the newspaper
Which
showed none of the quiet humor
I
remembered. Apparently he was gay;
I
hadn’t suspected.
For a season he woke
From
my dreams, went to school,
Pretended
to struggle with French
Though
he was fluent and well understood
The
cranks and mysteries of the passe compose.
He
kept scrupulous notes for his successor
(Not
me; I came along almost 40 years on
And
seem likely to continue until the series
Is
cancelled or my character written out.)
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