A Passing Piece Of Nonsense

While pondering on a tuba and its various delights, as envisaged by the incomparable Dr FTSE, I had the urge to compose the following:-

An Inner Tyre With Tuba Envy

Deep in black re-treaded depths
tuba notes grow in vitro.
They try to escape from my
inner tube, but can’t be heard.
Instead, their musical tone
is muted by rubber walls
dampening ardour and zest,
with no sign of melody.
But I strive to play my song
by inflating my body,
waiting for slow releasing
of air that holds me firm
to give me a voice.

Then I decided that Danny Kaye would have to give the final, finishing touch to whole thing, as his was the version that accompanied my childhood days!