Edgar will be right back. He just went to fetch his ukulele.
‘Tiptoe Through the Tulips With Me’, lyrics by Al Dubin and music by Joe Burke. 138 more words
Tropaeolum, trophy shields and helmets glinting golden in the sun, you were perhaps easy prey for the conquistadors who thought you a reflection of their headgear, and held you prisoner all the way from the Andes, locked in treasure chests swelled by the Atlantic, and who then stuck you in cottage gardens to be admired. 70 more words