Leviticus (a modern poem, after VH)When papists forbid certain foods on the grounds of Leviticus eleven,It is childish rubbish,When they tie it to certain times and days,It is trickery they themselves don't keep at heart,When they make a Gottesdienst of it,And add a merit to itIt is idolatry, a teaching of demons.The kingdom of God isn't eating and drinking;You won't Eat your way into heaven, even if you eat Nothing but cabbage, beets, and herringFor the rest of your life.EverythingOn sale in the market may be gobbledWith a clean conscience.
Wellington revised (yeah, I know there is an extra line)Remember Nadab and AbihuThe sons of Aaron and what they miscue Holiness is the key to being blessed Yet not ours but fulfilled in Christ's Is where Leviticus points our rest.
A Wellington rejoinder:This little piggy went to market . . .
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