Saturday Night

[Stephen Whiteside]

Saturday Night

Sunday night is bonza. You have had a lazy day
Of reading, writing, eating, drinking, talking, walking, play,
But your mind is slightly ruffled, there's a soft, unspoken dread,
For you’re conscious of the working week that’s lying dead ahead.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, these are nights of graft,
With a working day in front of you, another one dead aft.
You stand besieged by duty, and you keep your rigging trim,
And accept that on occasions all these nights are rather grim.

Friday night’s a beauty, for the working week is done.
You wait for it most eagerly, expecting tons of fun,
Yet often it’s a letdown, for the working week’s still fresh;
You work to disentangle, but you’re still caught in its mesh.

But Saturday, yes Saturday, oh, it’s the night for me!
No work before or after. I am joyful, light and free!
I can jiggle. I can wobble. I can dance around the yard.
I can reach into my substance and draw out my inner bard.

I can trawl through my subconscious. I can fantasise and dream,
Like a dog who’s found a stinky bone, a cat who’s found the cream,
Like some lost and weary swaggie who at last has found a light,
Oh Saturday, yes, Saturday – there is no better night!

© Stephen Whiteside 30.03.2014

[alongtimegone]

Nicely done Stephen ... the only thing that beats a normal Saturday night is one that falls on a long weekend. Your poem, in essence, tells the same message as a song I wrote a long time ago - same title.


Monday comes around each week and
I can’t take it.
Tuesday isn’t very far along.
The best thing I can say
about Wednesday is
how long will it take before it’s gone?
Thursday comes but it don’t do me
any favours.
Friday morning I begin to shake.
But I can hang on,
for just a few more hours,
'till Saturday cause Saturday’s
got what it takes.

Yeah - Saturday night!
Saturday night’s my night for dancin’.
Saturday night!
I wait all week for Saturday night.
Saturday night and I’m romancin’.
Come on baby join me,
Dancin’ in the street
On Saturday night -
Saturday night.

[Stephen Whiteside]

Yes, well done.

Days of the week - they're great song fodder, aren't they?

I Don't Like Mondays.
Manic Monday.
On A Monday.
Friday On My Mind.
Saturday Night.

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are all rather under-represented - not surprisingly!

[warooa]

The late great American guitarist, songwriter and singer Jim Croce released his final album I Got a Name posthumously in 1973 after he died in a plane crash at the age of 30. There is a fantastic little song on it called Thursday - have a listen on YouTube.

Also Tuesday Night Music Club was Sheryl Crows first album. Wednesday Morning 3am a song by Simon and Garfunkel.

[Stephen Whiteside]

Thanks for filling in the gaps, Marty. I will check out that Jim Croce song.

[Glenny Palmer]

My favourite song of all time is Jim Croce's 'Time In A Bottle.'

BTW..........

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[warooa]

Yes Glenny, Time In a Bottle and so many more of his - Jim Croce is one of the gems taken way too early in life.