Alas, poor Vic......Here is a sonnet to memorialize your manly victory over the "nuts and bolts of outrageous IKEA". God bless the Lady Celeste..
Wigley Warrior Alas, torn guidon’s emblem boldy held as leaders scattered nigh amid the fray alone amid despair all doubts he quelled to face the looming windmills of the day. T’was he – champion of the colors of Celeste alone beneath the challenged castle keep sworn only to pursue his holy quest raise his sword in vic’try and then sleep. Alas, the eyes that peer from tower’s perch survey the scene of chaos with still calm soft purr, the ancient chant of fallen church, protects the warrior from unseen harm. Thus rose The Valiant Vic to Celeste’s cause borne through the tortured day by kneading paws. John G. Lawless ©3/8/2018
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