’Twas brillig and the Dolly Serves
Did gyre and gimble up the Nave:
So whimsy was the vesting craze
That the moms’ couture hautegave.
‘Beware the Liturgiwack, my son!
The rules that cut, the prose that flops!
The Wacky fiends, they are not done,
Don’t wait until the next shoe drops!’
He put his aspergil aside –
Long time the Wacky foe he’d fought—
With missal marked for Christmastide,
He stood awhile in calming thought.
Now on the feast of Innocents,
The Liturgiwack, with eyes of flame,
Came carping through with precedents,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! Both left and right
The water blest went splish and splash!
He left it stunned with all its blight,
And saved the frontals from the trash.
‘And hast thou slain Liturgiwack?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the Dolly Serves
No more did gimble up the nave:
All whimsy in the vesting craze
Was banished as the morning haze.
Anglican Catholic Liturgy and Theology 
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Unless otherwise noted everything on my blog is by me. Two lines, however, were contributed by Morgan Robertson and a few were retained from Lewis Carroll.
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This is tooo true. I laughed until I realized that for all the humor and creative mastery you have demonstrated the irony that that so much of the church (including those who consider themselves Anglicans) do get what its all about. We really are living in the post-christian era. 😦
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