Tending The Flock

Last Sunday our pastor, the Right Rev'rend Wickham,
Said, "As for guest speakers, I know how to pick 'em!
The ladies, most surely, will come in vast numbers;
Don't worry, however, I know where to stick 'em."

"And where will you stick us?" asked Deaconess Tew,
"Will we ladies have seating that gives a good view?"
"Well, of course!" Rev'rend Wickham said, nodding his head,
"I'll stick ev'ry lady in her special pew!"

"Now, hold on a minute!" cried Brother John Biddle,
"I think we should ponder this matter a little!
You'll not stick my wife in her pew without me,
And, besides, I like sticking her here in the middle."

"That's fine," said the rev'rend, "please stick your own wife
In a place that is pleasing and won't cause her strife."
Sister Biddle then shouted "But I need a change!
In the middle he's stuck me for most of my life!"

The Right Rev'rend Wickham said, "Is there a motion
For sticking the ladies in spots of devotion
So they can enjoy our guest speaker next Sunday?
If not, then I'll stick 'em where I take a notion."

"I move," spoke the sweet voice of saintly Miss Vicker,
"That you, Rev'rend Wickham, should be the spot picker
For sticking us ladies who know from your visits
That you are the Lord's very own 'lady sticker.'"

Copyright; Travis Brasell
Email: broughtonspring@mindspring.com