[I paid to free from a dinner dish
two dozen larks, a great company,
and all were merry.
They drank a bottle of wine, fell down,
and ate from my hand.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 26 January 1659/60.
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The first two lines are particularly inspired, I think. The four-and-twenty blackbirds come to mind.
Thanks. Yeah, I guess that was inevitable. But I was just so shocked to learn that eating larks was commonplace in Pepys’ day.