There's a History professor whose office is right before the stairwell on my way to the lab. I like the sound and rhythm of his name. The past few days I've been chanting it softly as I walk by and adding rhymes.
is the paragon,
on his snapdragon.
(This snapdragon, by the way, isn't the flower. It's a dragon that is very ferocious yet sweet-smelling. It's also pronounced SNAP-dra-gon and the accent is the same as paragon.)