Why I'm a saxohpone

You push my buttons

make me breathe out deep.

 

I swing nice and low

when you give me a solo.

 

I know I'm hard to learn

but the time will fly.

 

I'm a saxophone because

of the way you push,

breathe,

and relieve me.

 

Like la vie en rose

you make me swing.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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