The Fall of Sanchez

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.