Getting Up Poem by Ima Ryma

'Don't anyone get up, ' I'd hear,
And remember that my Mom would
Say that loudly into my ear.
So getting up, I did get good.
Whenever I'd fall down, I thought
Of my Mom's urging to get up.
I do seem to fall down a lot.
But right back up, I do get, yup!
So here I was stopped in this town,
Remembering what Mom had said,
Kept getting up as I fell down,
But got a dif'rent take instead.

The cop was peeved and to me did say,
'Sobriety tests don't work that way.'