V for Viennetta

Posted on May 30, 2019 by | Leave a comment

V for Viennetta

I have no vendetta

to carry out;

no voiceless virtuosity

to scream about;

I don’t even visualise a veritable venue

in which to vacuously pout.

V is for Viennetta,

of that I am sure;

a little Vignette,

or just a bit more?

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