The King’s Coffee

Dave BontaCheerful

I troubled my hands with rogue handwriting.

Let posterity know how the King desired coffee.

I heard for certain that it would prove small pleasure.

I gave a bottle of mist at a great loss.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 9 January 1659/60

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