Noble Dequavius

I was up in the stands at the Decatur High homecoming football game Friday night. One of the players, a Dequavius somebody, busted up the other team's play in a spectacular way. My poet self took flight and a poem began to come to me, but around a roman pronounciation of his name, something like: Deh-qua-vi-us [rhymes with buy us, try us, deny us, etc.]. Doggerel lines fought with each other in my mind as the game continued. My wife, totally unsuspecting, sat next to me. I felt an urge to stand up, and declaim. But didn't.

Something like:

Sing not of victory tonight
or the winning of this game
sing instead of Dequavius,
defender of our name

Oh noble Dequavius!
Throw not your gauntlet down!
But hold your gauntlet high above
For Decatur, your hometown

etc...