A Vong

A Victorian veterinarian

Traversed the vast ravine

Where a violent vivisectionist

Injected a vole with vaccine.


The varmint’s veins were vaporised

By the villainous reprobate

While he vocalised the version

To this velvety vertebrate:


‘’I vow to you, it’s not volatile

To your vascular system’’, voiced he...

''Neither virulent nor venomous,

Only virginal Vitamin C.’’


‘’You vacuous vexatious villain!’

Verbalised the valiant vet.

''If you ever victimise these poor vermin

Forever I'll make YOU the victim yet''


Then he vented his vessels with Valium

Till his vital signs all were devoid.

And the valley vibrated with victory

For the veritable evil destroyed.


So the Viceroy invited the victor

For vindaloo served with vintage vermouth,

Violets flavoured all with vanilla.

I aver that’s the virtual truth.

The End

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