Dino was born with small golden wings, that flapped and fluttered,
until the day when they began to whir and sputter,
and then suddenly stopped working altogether.
Dino had an extremely long tail and large round bottom,
both of which helped to soften rough landings,
but were also the attributes that left him grounded.
Indeed the plausibility of Dino’s flying defied all sensibilities,
based on the size of his wings, his weight and the principles of gravity.
The wing malfunction was a concern to Dino’s loving mother,
but Dino simply shrugged and said “No matter.”
For flying was not what made Dino’s heart go pitter patter.
This leaf green, spotted and perfectly pear-shaped dragon,
found his calling in another passion.
Dino had a proclivity for a certain non-airborne activity.
By lifting and flexing his brain in the library for days,
Dino developed an exceptional mental strength and weight.
No one could keep up with his voracious pace.
Within each book’s text was where he flew and drew figure 8s.
At the beginning, middle and end of chapters was where he played.