This fic was written for THE GAZEBO FIC CHALLENGE: The Essence of Charlie Swan - Prompts used: 1 & 2
Please see the C2 - THE GAZEBO FIC CHALLENGE: The Essence of Charlie Swan for more fics in this competition.
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A/N: After already writing my piece for this competition (Truism, Daughters, and the Gray Shades Surrounding) I got bored. Then I started thinking... what about Billy Black writing a poem about his BFF, Charlie Swan. His ~poetic stylings~ touch on the fore-mentioned prompts and lots of non-srs-bsns in between. Billy Black is not only down with the kids, he likes to write poetry. Now you know.
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight
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The Essence of Charlie Swan - An Original Poem By Billy Black
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A man en-flanneled, Charlie Swan
To work or fish, man's up at dawn
Vit'min R trumps A through Zinc
He cares not what the doctors think
His 'stache is kind of a big deal
Choice salutation: 'keep it real'
As his B F F, I write
In verse, on him, to shine a light
Not unlike me, this poem is split
There's dancin', and there's pensive shit
Parts of what I will convey
are light, carefree, sound kind of gay
Now other things between us two
They've darkened, and obscured whats true
But here's the good news, 'fore the bad
That's mostly what our likes have had
La Push Beach, with kids still small
Cook-outs, road trips, watching ball
Years unrolled like camping gear
Like that! His daughter reappears
I sold my truck to my good man
It went to Bells, "my pleasure m'am"
To his delight, truck's loud and slow
That engine starts, whole town will know
Hooked up his she-klutz with a tank
"It's sturdy", with a wink, I'm thanked
Steer clear of she-Swan, don't be fooled
Your van be skiddin? You'll get schooled
Kiss that license 'bye', you can!
Endanger Bells? ENRAGE THE MAN!
If he only knew how close-
Real danger does trig at his house
I use his flat-screen, thats trufax
Sometimes we drive to tjmaxx
Shoppin's hell, with Swan it's ease
Plus tubes socks don't just grow on trees
Side by side, inside my boat
He'll compliment my fleecy coat
This is because my coats the bomb
But still, it's nice to hear from Swan
We go way back, shit, it does show
Not one fact 'bout Swan that I don't know
Youngsters drunk (spiked lemonade)
As teens, my hair, once Chuck did braid
Well, Charlie here has 'bout four friends
The cause for that, I guess, depends.
The fellow fuzz are fond of Chuck
But mixing work and play, no luck
The ladies on the reservation
Their lashes bat, sans hesitation
Despite his bachelor situation
His heart's in perma-preservation
And Jake here wants to date his Bella
But she's into that cold-one fellah
Chief trusts the Cullens, but whatevz
We can't all know tales from the rez
Some part of him can surely tell
that they're not Alaskan, but from hell
Charlie shrugs, "the boys ok"
The truth may mean her life one day
I do detect it in his voice
He's left things up to 'Bella's choice'
Now Bells, naïve, in Steinbeck stuck,
In charge? Now Charlie, What the fuck?
Twas simpler to distrust Renee
Least then, I was allowed my say
And all I suffered - one black eye
A punch means beans from lovesick guys
Someday I may set Bella straight
Not now, cause shit, game's on at 8
When we go fishin, now jokes fall flat
I know to blame that 'boy' for that
Instead, he's somber, brow stays creased
Though small, his world is not at peace
Distractions hardly ever work
Lest both our fishing rods do jerk
Fruitful catches thaw his mood
But freshwater bounty's only food
"Our haul! Up to our necks in fish!"
But fish-wealth's not Chuck's current wish
No more is said, for all is clear
I let it drop, head towards the pier
And I, I try, to keep my cool
Fish-fry, blind-eye, my trademark tools
I've known the chief since primary school
And he, like me, is no man's fool
I hope and pray conditions change
His girl delivered from such strange
Creature, demons - wish them gone
If only to help Charlie Swan
