This poem explores the trouble I had during my childhood while attempting to learn and master the cello. Prior to picking up the cello I was quite the socialite, unfortunately, after people saw me entering school hunched over like a tortoise, lugging the 20kg instrument upon my back, both boys and girls alike started to avoid me. Some even went as far as to call me names such as ‘Bulbasaur’, ‘Cello Turtle’ and ‘Cheeky Little Cello Twat”.  I no longer have aspirations to play the cello.