CVII: Th'eternal dinosaur who ruled my youth

If I should live and die, decay, and rot,

it will not be the end, oh no, I say.

For after, long, long after I am not:

my dinosaur will resolutely stay.

Who lived upon the whiteboards of the school,

and traipsed across the worksheets that I wrote.

Whose dragon breath besmirched the page (so cool)

or up towards the ceiling like a mote.

His silly-thoothèd smile shall endure,

his puny arms and legs will do him well,

his “ROAR” will live for eons, strong and sure,

in bellows and in choruses will swell!

No death of mine shall be a stinging sore:

the dinosaur shall be forevermore.