Yar, me hearties.  ‘Tis Talk Like A Pirate Day yet again.  I’m Cap’n Labuffarosa, and I’ve got me trusty parrot tulips on me shoulder (just not, you know, really.  That would be silly, and they’re not even in season), and I’m ready to give ye a fine tour of me Pirate Garden.

Of course, nothing goes with me Caribbean rum quite like some Coconut and Lime.  Except for maybe Oranges and Lemons, to keep away the scurvy.  Any citrus will do, so long as it keeps me healthy enough to be out hunting Winter Jewels, Blue Diamonds, and February Gold.  If we’re lucky, we’ll come across a boatload of Golden Ducats.  Maybe on my trip to Nice we’ll run across an Elegant Lady, or an Exotic Emperor and his Ivory Queen and Orange Princess (hey, cut me some slack, this is a pretty thin premise I’m working with here).  Just have care not to catch me in a Dangerous Mood, or ye’ll catch the Golden Edge of me cutlass.  If ye find me resting in a peaceful Blue Lagoon at Twilight, I might just Regale ye with tales of me time on the Silk Road, or of kidnapping the beautiful Stella de Oro under the Snowcaps of the Spanish Peaks.

The Pirate’s life, an Endless Summer for me.

(was this one too Over the Top?  It’s only 27, and I was shooting for 30.)