Voe is me! As yet I veakly vobble – veary, out of vhack and vonky in the aftermath of vaging vengeful var against a young vhipper-snapper not three moons ago…
Vilful, he indulged in no idle vaffle, but vaded in with no varning. He vielded his veapons – a vorpal* svord? – nay, a velter or varped vords that packed a vallop, vithal.
In a vink did I parry, fought to vrest advantage, though hard strove he to vriggle free, villy-nilly… the vily vrangler!
Yea! Didst the knave declare me a gray fool! (I concede membership only to the former league.)
Alas! The vretch (though a vorthy foe proved he) vanished vhence he came, to vit a vill-o-the-visp, into the ether they dub the Vorld Vide Veb.
*Vith apologies to Lewis Carroll.
© Sosha Srinivasan
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October 1, 2009 at 5:13 am
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No one ever vanishes on the world wide web. Its just not possible.