Mary-The Warrior

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