In the sixth grade, my English class did a survey of many different poetic forms.
Also in sixth grade, I started playing bassoon.
So if you find really awful poetry amusing, then you, my esteemed reader, are in for a treat.
The Story of ‘Oon
I know a bassoon named ‘Oon
Who sometimes sounds just like a loon.
Her mistress tries to play her right,
But she just runs away in fright!
Ode of My Bassoon
On that first day
She opened the case
Her eyes reflected
Off of my
Mirroring keys
I wanted to use her lungs
And sing with her
She picked me up
Put me together
I was a babe in her hands
She put on a reed
And blew
Right then
I knew we were
A match made in heaven
She’s not perfect
Doesn’t practice sometimes
Yells at me
In frustration
Plays notes that sound horrid
Threatens to hit people with me
Me
Her extra hand
I must admit
I am not perfect
Either
I am plastic
Very heavy
Overweight
I sometimes hurt her hands
Or dizzy her
Her friend
Can play odd notes
On me
Annoying me
Or making me laugh
A laugh that sounds
A squawk
And then
Sometimes
She picks me up
And we sing
Together
And I never want to let go of her
Sorry about the lame — and the fact that the second poem is sort of secretly dirty (I had no idea, in the sixth grade!) — and I hope you enjoy? Just a little bit?
that’s funny, I wrote a poem about my bassoon and it kind of sounds like I’m talking about an intimate relationship. lol I guess that’s how passionate Bassoonists are… despite the fact that it sounds wrong. lol
I play bassoon too! I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! theres not many bassoon players either wow I found one !!!!!!!!!!!!
Love the poetry girl, I thought no one else loved her basson like I do! I’m doing third grade (I know, lame – but I play sixth grade in the local orchestra) Bassoons RULE!
lol Onya