The Tale of Sir Richard

Here lies a brave, heroic knight, Sir Richard was his name -
a noble man of great renown, of legendary fame.
The folks would come from far and wide to gander at Sir Rick,
and they would gasp as he rode by and marvel at his Dick.

This Dick was something to behold, a most impressive sight -
proud and erect, a thing of grace, a tower of strength and might.
Enormous crowds would gather round it (far too great to count)
and many a hand was raised to stroke it, wishing they could mount.

In contests he would rise resplendent, ready for the fray -
while others faded, tired and spent, bold Dick would surge away.
And many a blushing maiden lass (and more that one young boy)
would ne'er forget the time that Dick had brought them so much joy.

But when old Dick could rise no more and lay there limp and pale,
Sir Rick died of a broken heart to see his old friend fail.
They buried him with great fanfare, the noble knight Sir Rick -
and in the grave off to the left you'll find his faithful Dick.

In memory of Sir Richard and his magnificent steed, Dick

Edit: punctuation tidied-up on recommendation of reviewers.

Category: Best Medium-Length Poem, Structured


Genre: Best Comedy/Satire
Genre: Best Nonsense