By way of closure to my recent Abyssinian musings, I offer my loyal connectees this doctrinally reformed limerick for their elect delectation.
(Of course, no Presbyterian has to ask what millenarian means…)
A sober and staid Presbyterian
was distrustful of thoughts millenarian.
After smoking some bud,
He awoke with a thud;
in his sleep he’d become Rastafarian.