Sing if you can the affair of the sausages,
Brave Zwingli taking on Lenten observances.
Honor then Wittenberg’s 95 theses,
But Zurich was first with the meat reformation.
What could be better than fat, roasting sausages,
Striking a blow against vain gnostic scrupling?
What could be better to set the soul soaring
Than meat on the grill and then meat in the stomach?
Blame if you will the book printer Froschauer,
Who, printing editions of Pauline epistles,
Decided that he should feed all hungry workers
Just like it says in Colossians and elsewhere.
That kind of set down the cat midst the pigeons,
Nothing like sausages riling archbishops.
Battle was joined with liberty flourishing,
And the gospel aroma of meat lovers’ pizza.
As Lent now approaches and you think to ignore it,
Know that you really have good antecedents.
You have all your freedom, no need for indulgences,
So kick off the season with breakfast at Denny’s.
Don’t give up Facebooking, don’t give up chocolate,
And don’t give up charbroiled innocent pleasures.
If you must give up something else, why not the fussing,
Along with all gnostic, ascetic inventions?
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