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.)