At the Hoop Tavern

Dave BontaCheerful

I went to dinner with the king’s fishmonger, who eats no sort of fish and sent for a tongue. The ugly bride was busy at cards. The lute came to live with me as a servant.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 9 November 1660.

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