I was going to post some poem or other today, but I seem to be having brain/finger coordination problems and I think I'll wait until it'd be a little less frustrating to fix all the typos.
Don't ask me how many there were in that last sentence.
Anyway, you're stuck with dead tulip petals as a result. Ignore the badly shaded vase in the background; as usual, I got bored by that part of the sketch and stopped looking at what I was seeing.
Hey, it makes sense if you're in my head. Or if you've ever done any still life work.
Or at least let's pretend it does.