[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
Wonderful. A bottle of mist!
Glad you liked that. In the original, “mist” is simply how Pepys spells “missed.”