The barber put my clothes on
and they look upon him as a cook.
All ate a great deal of nothing.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 15 April 1660.
Update: A reader (who may wish to remain anonymous; she can out herself in the comments if she wants to) emailed me with an alternate erasure of today’s Pepys. I wish I’d written this myself!
Up, and trimmed below,
He pleased himself
Openly at table
And at night
Privately in the room.
One witnessed the proceedings —
Tower held high — but all will
Come to nothing.