She Played The Piccolo Poem by Don Juan Tenorio

For my birthday she played for me,
The piccolo so delicately.
She played it high, She played it low.
And then she really began to blow.
You should have seen her mouth at work,
She sucked it in like meat on a fork.
It really was a thing of art,
Of her mouth it seemed to be a part.
She moved it in, she pulled it out,
She made me really want to shout,
Or scream at the top of my lungs,
When I saw what she was doing with her tongue.
Yes she played the piccolo,
All night long to please me so.

Don Juan Tenorio