Joe put me together...
my low bass voice flowed
evenly throughout the theatre...
but then,
A collection of high squeeks!
The piccolo...
The battle has begun!
I sang quick and swift,
as so did the piccolo.
Bass and high pitched wail,
faster and faster we went...
a blaze of notes and instrumental sweat.
Other instruments putting money on the table...
more intense it has become!
The conductor is confused and enraged
and throws his hands in the air...
cutting off all sounds: A draw?
for now...
Author notes
I am bassoon.
A contest entry
- If I Could be President or First Lady... for poets to age 15 by PinkPony.
700 points, ended February 15, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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You have won your first GOLD trophy!
Your bassoon is a winner, too. 
YAY! Well deserved, truly, good poet. 
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wow, this is so good! Nicely done!!!! (No seriously, I really love this piece)
Sydney
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GASP! GRINNING!
You fully capture the moment in the musical production! 
I am so happy you put this poem in my contest because it's so much fun to read how an instrument might think! 
I have the feeling you play the bassoon. 
lol Love your poem! 
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