I Play an Instrument

I play an instrument
 That pipes like a flute when percussed,
  And hums like an oboe when strummed,
  And sings like strings when tounged.

I play an instrument
 That I can play with my fingers,
  And my hands,
  And my very own bow.

I play an instrument
 That lubricates at the sound of a clapper,
  And chirps at the sight of a piccolo,
  And swells at the touch of bongo drums.

I play an instrument
 That sounds dulcet,
  And guttural,
  And bombastic.

I play an instrument
 That I can make vibrate like a timpani,
  And whir like a bagpipe,
  And wail like a trumpet.

I play an instrument
 That never needs to be tuned,
  And sounds lovely when wet,
  And can even play itself.

I play an instrument
 That has the curves of a cello,
  And the shine of a saxophone,
  And the grace of a harp.

Photo courtesy of Chocolate Puss's Erotic Garden, original source unknown.