MARCH PROMPT RESPONSE: BEGINS WITH C
Chewcok the Cyborg from Crora
Castaway in Calico Creek
Sadie Seroxcat prompted us to write about something beginning with C that is important to us.
Nothing is dearer to my heart than Creative Fiction.
You, dear readers, may prefer to call my work a Crock of Crap, a Contrived Concoction, or even a Cock and Bull Story but I would rather label it Captivating, Charismatic and Classy. Well, perhaps not Classy …
And now that I have rammed home the message that this is an example of Creative fiction because it begins with a C, allow me to continue.
Herewith, I have composed a little comedic verse. I can’t for the life of me come up with a word for poetry that begins with C — my bad! Please don’t fill up the comments with your critical observations concerning this.
With nary a warning — well maybe a little,
Chewcok crash-landed, destroying his vittles.
He bumped to the Earth; metal screamed and it screeched
And Chewcok was stranded in Calico Creek.
Our cyborg from Crora crawled out from the wreck
With a dent in his head and a twist in his neck.
His memory fried, “How to Fix body Leaks”,
He watched on as his life oil pooled at his feet.
Aware his supplies were torn all asunder
He set off to plunder — black gold, Down Under.
Chew crashed through conifers and cycads a while
Till, Crikey! He tripped on a mean crocodile!
Chew flew like an arrow, sunk into a bog,
Joining carp, clownfish, coral trout, and one cod.
Struggling back to the bank, pot rivets pulled loose,
He battled and vanquished a Cape Barren Goose.
To make matters worse, a crimson rosella
Decided to swoop the strange metal fella.
The combat soon joined by a white cockatoo,
A Cloncurry parrot, cockatiels dropping poo!
Chew was bailed up by a fierce cassowary
That pecked at his oil leaks — truly quite scary!
Carpet pythons and cane toads joined the affray
Herding Chewy back where he’d started that day.
The crash site was filled with strange Aussie crawlers —
Crab spiders, cane toads, cockroaches came calling.
Carcass beetles sat with corroboree frogs;
A long Coastal Taipan caught sun near a log.
“Codswallop!” Cried Chewy. “Coplach, Cuputee!” (Cussing in Crora)
“These alien creatures mean to destroy me!
I know my incompetence took out my crew —
Lone castaway cyborg; don’t know what to do!”
Suddenly — the dense callistemon parted,
Chewy looked up, his expression half-hearted,
To behold in the clearing, all metal and shiny,
Girl droid with C cups; a plump silver heinie!
“I’m Cora from Crora, sent to extract you,
Strike a light Chew — you are all covered in poo!”
Raising her stun gun, she blasted a dingo,
“Those creatures are cactus! I’m learning the lingo.”
“Come with me Chewcok — to my capsule quite near,
I’ll tighten your nuts and then lube up your gear.
We’ll fly far away from this alien place,
Let Tribunal know, it’s a bloody disgrace!”
And, so they engaged in miles high in the sky,
Ignoring that planets and space junk passed by.
Till their ship was hailed by Tribunal Crora,
“Report demanded — Aussie’s fauna and flora?”
“The natives have armies to protect their lands,
They bite, poo and sting with their poisonous glands.
It’s no place to conquer,” cried battle-scarred Chew.
It’s hot and it’s dusty, it just wouldn’t do!”
The Tribunal ruled to leave Earth’s crust alone,
It spins on its axis — a Crora-free zone.
But Cora and Chewcox are still a bit pissed,
When duty comes calling, they plan to enlist!
Sadie Seroxcat shows us how with her prompt response:
And Carlo Zeno follows suit with a three for C composition:
