Forever hold my peace?

Or forever hold my piece?

I object with yells and cries,

Im throwing knives instead of rice.

No, im not here for communion,

Im here to intervene this union.

No, sir i am not embarrased,

Ive freed the horses from their carriage.

I am here to set this straight,

To prevent this huge mistake.

She is not a righteous partner,

Shes been sleeping with the gardner.

All the yardwork done for free,

And that gardener is me.

Priest, dont interrupt me please,

I will never hold my peace.

Me and this woman have a past,

ive done more than mow her grass.

Trimmed the hedges, raked the leaves,

Then made love under the trees,

Everyday after Steve leaves,

Its been 1 year and 3 weeks.

 

So im here, on bended knee,

As enthrolled as i can be,

God is witness, all can see,

No one loves you more than me.

(Empathy comes from the crowd,

Even heard a clapping sound.

For the gardner spoke profound,

Even steven fell astound).

 

So, i hate to intefere,

But thats the reason why im here,

To prevent this ceremony,

And this union thats unholy,

 

Now we finally meet face to face, seems that fate has paved its course,

And from man-to-man i say this: steve, the baby isnt yours.

 

As he grabbed his lover’s hand, and the gardner turned to leave,

A man’s voice, calm and composed exclaimed, “Who the fuck is Steve?”.

 

As the gardner now confused turned and saw in ghostly fright,

He had never seen this woman before in his whole entire life.

 

This is not Saint Thomas the Appostle Church?

And the gardner filled with shame cursed his maps and google search.

silently apologetic, in a quiet tone he said, “my friend-

 

-could you imagine, i have to give that same speech again”.

 

Then he reached into his pocket, and he handed him a card,

“Call me if you ever need a gardner to mow your yard”.