I have just almost one exam left,
That is to say two final tests,
Then soon a plain and simple rest,
Before I charge at my behest,
To summer and the myriad of things to do.

Reed nestled in my jaw,
I try to form a pleasant tone,
Yet a little squeak leaves near ears sore,
Early practice is to bad notes prone,
But it was just for fun nothing too hard-core,
Just to know how my dad feels when in the zone,
And blasting out great jazzy tunes through solid doors.