Childsplay at work
Bringing my kazoo
To the symphony
Among the refined
Sleek auburn violins
And brass, polished
Everything shiny
This orchestra must have direction
Some secret scrunched away notes
They play with this apparent ease
(Cut to me and my plastic kazoo)
I toot in amongst them
Trying to gauge the tempo
Attempting to play the right speed
As they strike up symphony no 8
And play with a swift grace
I take a deep breath
And ready my instrument.