Always On a Mission Stew
When Stew was on a mission there was no stopping him.
Believe me, he would intensely do what he was going to do.
He collected for the Door of Faith mission with zeal and vim.
He released a hundred homing pigeons, and each one flew.
He was like a bullet train when he got an idea in mind.
I am telling the truth, trying to not be uncaring or unkind.
Stew also gets weird ideas and bakes six hundred pizza pies.
Then gets angry with them days later when they have collected flies.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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