A range of reasons rambled out of Rorys mouth,
resembling a rampage of rancor.
I rarely listened to the ranting,
feeling a bit like a rascal, really.
Not wanting to ransack my memory,
I resembled rapt attention not
reconciliation which rankled more.
In my mind I retreated and rated
the raving rationally, it never seemed
to rattle my reaction.
I would tip my fingers pointing to the
reasonable or non-reasonable ratio
eventually the rampage would unravel.
Finally I would reap the rapturous results
of reanimation, really.