The Wedding


Hey, that’s nothing
you shoulda seen what happen
at our wedding.
We had it at the house,
small private gathering
family, friends, you know,
a JP, pot luck, canned music, like that.
and I’m standing there inna solarium
waiting to go downa isle,
we got a little alter
by the bird bath see,
‘n Harris is down there
shootin the shit with the JP,
an’ the phone rings.
Can you believe it
the phone rings
‘n I’m thinking it’s
some relative can’t come.
Pick it up Hello
‘n this guy says Harris there?
‘n I say he’s busy
‘n the guy says
This is his boss
gotta speak to ‘im now, important,
so I yell for Harris,
Get up here, yer boss onna phone,
so Harris comes up
says What?, I’m getting married
‘n hangs up.
So I goes down the pathway
arm of Dad, nice music playing
‘n the JP says his stuff
‘n gets to For richer or poorer,
I’m standing there cracking up,
‘cuz Harris probably just got fired.

 

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