Paul Tristram- A Poem

Get Up Off Your Arse

What’s the matter with you boy

the weekend’s here once again?

Leave your coat by the door

shake off that cold Welsh rain.

Grab the biggest jar

then fill it at the bar.

Kick your troubles in the fireplace

throw your cares away real far.

Jig and swig, leap and fall

we’ll shout and sing all night.

Don’t worry if you’re out of tune

if you’re beered up it’s alright.

The week can always be justified

if you end it with a drink.

The fiddle, drum and banjo

is all we need I think.

Friday night and Saturday night

should be re-named as one.

For I can never tell the difference

I’m always having too much fun.

I’ll grab a drunken lady

I’ll kiss her once or twice.

Then get hammered by her boyfriend

as he hits me more than thrice.

Get up off your arse

stop drinking it by half’s.

Knock it back, we’ll have a laugh

just get up off your arse.

Join our drunken dance

here soberness is sparse.

Get them in and get them down

just get up off your arse.

© Paul Tristram 2006

Published in In Between Hangovers, Issue #2, Winter 2006


Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.