war

                                                                            The sound of guns and spears,

you'll go to sleep with some horrible nightmares,

these men have no fears,

Coz it feels like they've been training for two thousand years.

But all is well when they start to sing and eat,

so the enemy decide that it is time to greet,

Then everyone is happy so they confess and trade,

And now the truce at Christmas has been made.

By Elliot