Parody poems are my favorites. You
can poke fun of the poem, surpass the greats in your own way...need I go on?
It also offers the opportunity to look at the poem in a different light
by looking at what the parody draws on the poem; its like looking at the
original poem but from a different point of view on the subject.
My poem is a parody of The Destruction of Sennacherib by Lord Bryon. Written in an
anapestic tetrameter that resemble a horses’ hooves. The
results:
The Fall of Sanchez
Sanchez and his steed paraded across the
town
The people greeted him, but he did not
come down
His belt buckle and gold rings reflected
the sun
From widows to wives wanted to have his son
Like the first finely fresh flowers that
flock in spring
His tall sombrero from a distance could be
seen
Like the white snow that finely decorates
winter
His leather jacket helped against any
hinder
He jerked with pain when projectiles hit
his presence
Causing his loyal steed to fall from the
grand heavens
And for the first time in his life he now
looked down
With both him and his steed entering the
dirt ground
The steed’s life was desperately running
astray
Remnants of its radiant white hide fading
away
His nostrils breathe its last breath like
a hurricane
Then his large eyes fell, now being part
of the terrain
Sanchez was struggling towards the eternal
plain
A sharp rock was piercing close to his
shoulder blade
And when his ruby blood turned a crispy
crimson
His body was mourned by damsels and
mistresses
He was buried on a lonely humble hill grave
And nobody visited it, prayed, or
came
It is forgotten and unnoticed by many
But few remember him; death met him at
twenty.
