With His Fists

He administered justice with his fists—

Never knew the gun,

Never bothered to learn about the weapon

That would send them on the run.

The sheriff of Ada County,

Up in Idaho,

Administered justice with his fists

Whenever he had a row.

Criminals of all sorts—

You could count them all.

He hit them with his fists,

And down they would fall.

Thieves, and forgers, and arsonists,

Even killers too—

He fought them with his fists,

And soon enough, they were through.

So let this be a lesson:

You don't need a gun.

Just use your fists—

They get the job well done.

(Note: The above poem is fiction.)