High, I desire
the writ of the Lord,
answer a judge
with three pints of wine
and take by mistake for supper
a hand with strawberry on it.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 21 March 1659/60.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
How on earth do you manage to be so surreal and still sound like Pepys? Wonderful stuff.
Thanks! I dunno, I think it’s the homebrew. :)