To mix up my posts and give the WordPress Writing Challenge a whirl, I thought I’d do a poem in honor of my son and my new made-up Holiday…
Sit back, close your eyes (except when you have to open them to read this Tuba-licious poem), and enjoy the power of rhyme…and tubas.
Ode to Getting a Tuba Home
By Some Mom’s Anonymous Son
I once was a simple trumpet player,
But that horn made my Mom take lots of Bayer.
My arms enlongated from carrying it each day
So I knew that something had to give sway.
My band teacher asked, “Who’d like to change?
We have no Tubas, and that’s a shame!”
Then she told how a tuba at school did stayeth
While the other went home, so that my body wouldn’t swayeth.
“Me, me!” I shouted out with glee.
“I will play tuba, especially for thee!
No more will my arms and legs hurt from carrying
A trumpet that I hardly ever practice varying.”
So my teacher gave me my Tuba extraordinaire
And told me for that day I must get it somewhere.
I called home, but my mom, she wasn’t around,
So I lugged that behemoth all around town.
On the bus, a whole seat did my tuba take,
And I got lots of weird looks, like I was half-baked.
The driver felt sorry for the beast I must carry
And drove an extra block so that I would not be weary.
But still, that 18 lb horn had a 14 lb case,
And my 12-year-old muscles quickly lost face,
For as hard as I tried, I could only take a few strides,
Before I’d drop that huge tuba and almost collide.
I loved my tuba, but it didn’t love me.
But my friend came to my rescue, like a bumblebee.
“I’ll run to my house and get my brother’s wagon,”
He left and I wished for a purple pet dragon.
In minutes, he returned with a wagon, red and noisy,
And we hefted my tuba inside, and were happy Boysies!
That did the trick, and I got my tuba home with ease.
Then hurried to the bathroom, ‘cause I had to pee.
When mom came home, she gasped and felt terrible
For not driving me home with my Tuba unbearable!
I told her she won for “Bad mom of the week”
For not helping me, and making me feel like a geek.
Wow! That poem was fun. I’m no Dr. Seuss, mind you, but that writing challenge of posting something different than normal was quite exhilarating. I might try it again sometime. Happy OcTUBAfest everyone! If your child plays tuba and has to get it home from school, try to be home when they call so you can go pick them up and not have poems written about your terrible neglect. Tubas are heavy! I had no idea.
P.S. Have you ever had to carry something SO heavy that after you did, you created a holiday in honor of your efforts?