Says Tom to Jack, 'tis very odd, <br />These representatives of God, <br />In color, way of life and evil, <br />Should be so very like the devil. <br />Jack, understand, was one of those, <br />Who mould religion in the rose, <br />A red hot methodist; his face <br />Was full of puritanic grace, <br />His loose lank hair, his slow gradation, <br />Declared a late regeneration; <br />Among the daughters long renown'd, <br />For standing upon holy ground; <br />Never in carnal battle beat, <br />Tho' sometimes forced to a retreat. <br />But C_____t, hero as he is, <br />Knight of incomparable phiz, <br />When pliant Doxy seems to yield, <br />Courageously forsakes the field. <br />Jack, or to write more gravely, John, <br />Thro' hills of Wesley's works had gone; <br />Could sing one hundred hymns by rote; <br />Hymns which would sanctify the throat; <br />But some indeed composed so oddly, <br />You'd swear 'twas bawdy songs made godly.<br /><br />Thomas Chatterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-methodist/
