Oldie Competition No. 228

Civilisations have been all the rage on television, so please write a poem called Civilisation about one of them, modern or historical.

My Hon' the Hun

  My lovely wife's Hungarian,

    Which makes my hon' a Hun,

Descended from a war-like, ancient race.

  They weren't humanitarian.

    No, their idea of fun

Was wiping others out without a trace.

  At plunderin' and harryin'

    And violent ways to win,

The Huns worked hard and studied to excel.

  They'd bash you into carrion

    And toss you in a bin.

They specialized in giving people hell.

  (Though when we spoke of marryin'

    This never factored in,

It does explain my in-laws rather well.)