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