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.
Written for Six Sentence Stories #197 at GirlieOnTheEdge
Word Prompt: scribe
Note: Used in the post in context to nautical terminology.
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Ain’t that the way of the world, scribes always coming up short.
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Good poem. Who delivered the wife’s parcel? Just Eat?
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Lol, yeah just ubered on over!
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Nice sound in rhyme and meter. I hope the scribe can escape.
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Ouch! Great Six, Greg 🙂
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Vibes of movie, Seven. Excellent, Six.
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I think I shouldn’t have taken ablate and castrate so literally…
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