Acoustic Tower

Surveying my freshly staked flagstone metropolis, I realized a vital component was missing: a monumental acoustic broadcast spire to broadcast my imperial decrees! Ascending the slatted leg of an outdoor wooden patio table, I discovered an empty, overturned metal soda can and a discarded wooden golf tee wedged in the timber seam. I inverted the can to serve as a resonance dome, but as I jammed the timber tee into the drainage gap beneath its rim, the hollow cylinder wobbled with insolent, tinny clatter! Preposterous! Bracing both boots against the weathered table plank, I wedged a heavy iron split washer beneath the rim and brought my gloved fist down with theatrical fury. The metal spire locked rock-solid, humming with resonant authority!