This morning my wife and I lay long in bed, and among other things fell into talk of musique, and desired that I would let her learn to sing, which I did consider, and promised her she should. So before I rose, word was brought me that my singing master, Mr. Goodgroome, was come to teach me and so she rose and this morning began to learn also.
To the office, where busy all day. So to dinner and then to the office again till night, and then to my study at home to set matters and papers in order, which, though I can hardly bring myself to do, yet do please me much when it is done. So eat a bit of bread and cheese, and to bed.
My wife and I in bed
fell into a music,
rose singing to rose,
and all day in the office
I can hardly bring myself to eat
a bit of bread.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 1 October 1661.