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.)