The scribe prescribed a bribe.
The blame they would ascribe,
for indiscretions they’d committed,
to the other tribe.
The accusations were denied,
Those scoundrels clearly lied.
The scribe who schemed turned coat,
and to the other side, confide.
In a calamitous twist of fate,
the scribe, they would castrate.
His wife, the package sent,
what remained they would ablate.