A war has broken out on these back terraces,
Everyone has taken arms on their balconys.
Screams bellow out as toilet paper covers areas,
People taking aim with Charmin that they squeeze.
The courtyard covered in a new art of war,
White tissue paper layers the grounds.
Through the sky softness soars,
As people duck and tissue pounds.
For one solid hour this war has raged,
As we watched many opponents fall prey.
No scars, no blood, no one has been caged,
Down to our last roll to end this great day.
The courtyard grounds have been consumed.
Finishing up many pictures are taking.
Right before the rain begins to gloom,
Dissolving yet another wondrous creation.
