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I dunno about murders because I’ve been lucky enough to not come across any yet, but there was a bear in this one town and since I had been preparing to be a doctor all my life we had swabs and needle and thread ready. Me and another guy patched up everyone except for one man because we ran out of swabs, meanwhile someone drove the bear west. It had been shot twice, and people went after it with arrows so I assume it was killed in the end.
Also I had a hog wound and was patched up in a different city. It wasn’t a very friendly city, in fact one lady told me that I was an idiot who was getting in her way when I tried to sterilize the dirty pads that SHE had dropped on the floor. But I will always be thankful to the town doctor.

Rivers depleted can quickly be recreated if the vengeance wins over. I would have killed the bowman and his brother. Taste your own bastardly folly.
I enjoyed your poem. It gives a nice contrast to the other two. I truly believe this is turning into poetry slam, and I hope it does.

Since this seems to be the poetry slam, I’ve wrote one about our Dicktown

Five guys
Without a care
Considering
No women
Anywhere

We stripped and prayed
To church of dick
A good thing the girls
Were not present
They would have moaned
And brayed
That dead lambs make them sick

O lambs!
You were our sons
And daughters
Dipped you in
The holy waters
Placed you by the graves
Our precious ones
O lambs!
Too bad
So sad
You tasted so much like hams

Steve
Hubby of Carl
And so my rival
Too bad you weren’t an eve
I’m sure you were nice
Jeez that sounds cold
As ice
I’m told
Good luck up there
You had nice hair

Carl
Love me love me
For eternity
In ending you
(This was far later)
I ended myself
Twas not an act of murder but of love
Though pierced you at first like an alligator
As most strong things do
I loved you
And you loved me too

Luna
My wife
The other
Lover
Of my life
I wish you could have lived
I needed you
But more the city
For your kiddy poos
You were also pretty.

I had to go
I asked to die
A man with a bow
Obliged
But struck another
Oh what tragedy
Yet comedy
Oh yes
Oh no.

So me and my love
I starved
He was killed
By me
For our love
Entwined
And free
In Dick Church
Our love was first tilled
And so it shall finish
I thank the lambs above

Oh
The other two
You were coo
Tanks for stripping
Your cloth
At the halftime show
I don’t remember
Much you know,
But your name
Did it start
With a U?

Desmonds are also usually griefers, the sly things.

That was my mistake, sorry.

IKR! I’ll take bacon over carrots any day.

Fellow dicks! Tis I, Tom- Creator of our church name, dick, (And of the “D” “I” “C” and “K” that I positioned on the church sign) lover of Carl, performer in the stripshow we held, (Ugonna, your peekaboo loincloth trick enticed us all) father of lambs, suggester of gender changes and widowed husband of Luna. (Don’t worry Carl, I loved you best.)

Us dicks fought hard.

Sunhats could have negative heat.

Sounds interesting. I'll be a mafioso. This is going to add something new to my daily gaming.

Yessss! Gj mom! We should be proud.