Thursday, August 29, 2013

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.

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