Voila! In view humble
vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both
victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no
mere
veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi”
now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands
vivified,
and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin,
van
guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and
voracious
violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance;
a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain,
for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the
vigilant
and the virtuous.
Verily this
vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply
add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may
call me V.
