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My first Instrument

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My first Instrument

"My First Instrument"
Bassoon baby so special to me
The first thing I really took care of 
Instrumental to my growth
I cleaned it every day 

Woodwind wonder
Of stained sycamore maple 
A glossy fine finish
For someone just beginning

Sleeping with my jazz filled fantasies
I was a double reed romantic 
Leading hit ensembles 
For the restaurant down the street

Practiced awkwardly were sheets of music
Letting out so many terrible sounds
Repulsive to even the neighbors
Cementing my ineptitude 
  
I had a case for a device I could not handle
It was black and lightly gilded 
For containing a cacophonous weapon
Most threatening 

But caring parents blocked their ears
With cotton balls packed inside 
While my idiotic iterations went on upstairs
For all those many months

And after some time had passed
Rejection from the band 
And looks from the neighbors
Playing I was on a musical beast of burden

When I put it all together 
A sensation of madness evolved
That no one could tell me the truth
I stunk worse than burning rubber

So I used it to get my way 
A sort of give me what I want
Asking for more desert or staying up late 
'Cause I'll play, believe me, I'll play! 

Eventually I went to my parents and told them "I quit"
They removed the cotton and responded in turn
With smiles galore and threats from the community no more
Everybody was nice to me again

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  1. Date: 9/5/2011 10:56:00 AM

    A poem that is entertaining, amusing and sad, all at the same time. I used to live very near to a young guy who was learning the trumpet!...loud and awful! I play guitar...at least once you have tuned the instument you can get a good sound pretty quickly. Try the guitar...it's never too late! An enjoyable poem. Robert.