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.