The Forum War was raging hot <br />and missiles made of words <br />flew back and forth as some were shot <br />in vain the peaceful birds <br />came fearlessly to sing their songs <br />of peace and love, respect <br />though few would join the sing-alongs <br />they relished the effect <br />their filthy mouths had on us all <br />and management stayed quiet <br />as if awaiting the great fall <br />that follows any riot. <br /> <br />Reluctant warrior in the field <br />her name? Yes, it was Mary <br />assaulting her, what would it yield <br />I did, but she could carry <br />her shoulder pack and water gun <br />she stood with straight, proud shoulders <br />up to the man they called the Hun <br />among the silent boulders. <br /> <br />She pulled the trigger there and then <br />'twas something to admire <br />the squirts hit home, among the men <br />and soon put out the fire. <br />Yes, Mary is a 'cyberfriend' <br />which is a modern role <br />this poem is a silly blend <br />in awe of her kind soul.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mary-the-warrior/
