Oysterous

Dave BontaAnxious

I took a barrel of oysters and observed how they cry: An Indian sold the moon. Men were hanged for a dog fouling the bed. All night I dream that my wife made me ill.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 6 November 1660.

Dave Bonta
SourceLicence:CC BY-SA 4.0
Mood:
Anxious
Topics:
dream, moon, dog, oyster

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